None Of Your Business

Posted on Sep 7, 2016

 

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Today trust; I’ve got to trust in my artistic process, which is…what… I’m Type A! This is hard.  I’ve got to fight my Type A.  Time to build a paper airplane maybe?

Funny, isn’t it, when I’m on my way to work at NW Dance Project I find 1001 ways to PROCRASTINATE?!

It’s so much more comfortable to create music events Artists Rep or rehearse a show, learn a character that is set on a page, than it is to make my own page.  I feel like freaking Pinocchio, not quite a real boy.

It’s that age-old artistic issue, I feel silly citing it, that I feel an impostor when I try to make my own work.

I walked into PCS a couple of weeks ago to interview Chris Coleman for Artslandia, and I saw the room where the fantastic Lauren Weedman is working on her show and I thought “I want that room!!”

Give me sticky notes, sharp pencils, and a musician, and oh, don’t forget, a stage manager? That’s my heaven.

I can write my own pages.  I don’t have to worry about who wants to read them.

Last week, here, I listened to Salt ‘n Pepa’s “None of Your Business.”  I love that song. I’m listening to it right now in this gorgeous space.

It was listening to that music last week and it got under my skin and into my body and I finally walked around the room to the music, facing my fear that these incredible dancers might see me.  Pure Jr. High School fear. That shit is real.

Suffice it to say that all of these lyrics don’t hold for me, but the general vibe does, and I love it.

It sings a swing on my hips, tickles a smile on my face, and jams roots straight from my feet through the floor to that molten core that is me.

And if you don’t like what I’m up to it’s none of your business. Trust that.

 

What’s the matter with your life?

Why you gotta mess with mine?

Don’t keep sweatin’ what I do

‘Cause I’m gonna be just fine check it out

If I want to take a guy home with me tonight

It’s none of your business

And she want to be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It’s none of your business

Now you shouldn’t even get into who I’m givin’ skins to

It’s none of your business

So don’t try to change my mind, I’ll tell you one more time

It’s none of your business

Now who do you think you are

Puttin’ your cheap two cents in?

Don’t you got nothin’ to do

Than worry ’bout my friends? Check it

I can’t do nothin’, girl, without somebody buggin’

I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn’t

They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one

Opinion’s are like assholes and everybody’s got one

I never put my nose where I’m not supposed to

Believe me, if he’s something that I want, I’m steppin’ closer

I’m not one for playing high-pole

Like the house of ditty-nine-oh-two-one-oh type of the ho

I treat a man like he treats me

The difference between a hooker and a ho ain’t nothin’ but a fee

So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me

You’re poppin’ all that mess only to stress and to spite me

Now you can get with that or you can get with this

But I don’t give a shit ’cause really it’s none of your business

1993, S and P, packin’ and mackin’

Bamboozlin’ and smackin’ suckers with this track

Throw the beat back in

If I want to take a guy home with me tonight

It’s none of your business

And she want to be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It’s none of your business

Now you shouldn’t even get into who I’m givin’ skins to

It’s none of your business

So don’t try to change my mind, I’ll tell you one more time

It’s none of your business

How many rules am I to break before you understand

That your double-standards don’t mean shit to me?

I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away

But that’s ok ’cause I don’t let it get it to me

Now every move I make somebody’s clockin’

Don’t ask me nothin’, will you just leave me alone?

Never mind who’s the guy that I took home, to bone

Ok, Miss Thing never givin’ up skins

If you don’t like him or his friends what about that Benz?

Your Pep-Pep’s got an ill rep

With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step

Or better yet get your head checked

‘Cause I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards

No, I ain’t hard like the bitches on a boulevard

My face ain’t scarred, and I don’t dance in bars

You can call me a tramp if you want to

But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you

Or you can front if you have to

But everybody gets horny just like you

So, yo, so, yo, ho – check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked

Pep’s ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business

If I want to take a guy home with me tonight

It’s none of your business

And she want to be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It’s none of your business

Now you shouldn’t even get into who I’m givin’ skins to

It’s none of your business

So don’t try to change my mind, I’ll tell you one more time

It’s none of your business

So the moral of this story is, who are you to judge?

There’s only one true judge, and that’s God

So chill, and let my Father do His job

‘Cause Salt and Pepa’s got it swingin’ again

‘Cause Salt and Pepa’s got it swingin’ again

‘Cause Salt and Pepa’s got it swingin’ again

‘Cause Salt and Pepa’s got it swingin’ again

 

 

 

 

 

 

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