It Doesn't Matter
J.Senoue and other (Sonic Adventure 2) Lyrics

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
This is the Rock, collaborating with the Refugee camp in making this song

And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Get ready to experience and appreciate the talent and creativity of the Rock

Yo this is strictly a club record
This song is specifically made for clubs and party environments

Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down And these tired bouncers would not let me in YouknowwhatI'msayin?
This song is dedicated to all the people who were once denied entry to clubs and had to wait outside in the cold, reminiscing about those experiences

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies (It doesn't matter!)
I have an abundance of luxurious cars in the West Indies, but their presence doesn't define me or my worth

I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (It doesn't matter!)
I have a lot of money and plenty of marijuana, but these material possessions don't determine my true value

I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio (It doesn't matter!)
I recently had a big win at bingo and purchased a house in Rio, but these achievements are insignificant in the grand scheme of things

Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
If you're not willing to share with others, they won't care about you, and in some circumstances, people in the neighborhood may take advantage of and steal your belongings

Back in the days it was all about the clubs And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love The girls, they wouldn't say HEY! Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
In the past, the club scene was a significant part of people's lives. Those who were considered tough individuals would dance passionately, and women would only show interest if you treated them to expensive champagne, as if it were their birthday

Me, I used to stand outside Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five! Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector (Stop drop the Rock's up in here) Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
I would stand outside the club, using my hustle and connections to get on the guest list with five additional people. The performer for the night was Shabba, a respected selector. If someone disrespected the emcees, I would quickly respond and deliver a physical punishment

Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
When it's time to take risks or engage in exciting activities, I shine brightly like Las Vegas. Women show their excitement and approval for me as if I were a member of the Beatles. Although I can't be Paul McCartney, I have the potential to bring harmony and relaxation into your life, symbolized by the reference to the song "Ebony or Ivory" and my inviting Jacuzzi

Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk The needle ain't skip the record jerked Cause y'all jumpin' too hard (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Like the influential DJs Kool Herc and DJ Red Alert, I have a strong foundation in the music industry. The needle on the record doesn't skip because of how vigorously everyone is jumping and dancing to the music

How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue And you always got an aunt or uncle wanna show you how the old dances go And they start it off like this Electric slide on the dance floor Freaky-deaky like Studio 54 GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it Drug money get converted into music The dope man becomes an entertainer Leave that crack alone! I told the customers I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk Excuse me I gotta cough Girl you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living? (He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week) That's when she said a little too much conversation Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation So I proceeded with the conversation, I said Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name? (Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica) She had the ass the size of South America She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca" What hood you come from? I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey Checked my watch it was a quarter to three Slid to her crib when we opened the door Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
At a barbecue, there's always a relative eager to showcase old dance moves. They start with the Electric Slide, reminiscent of the energetic atmosphere at Studio 54. However, their party is interrupted when the IRS raids it, implying a shift from illegal drug money to legitimate music revenue. The drug dealer becomes an entertainer. I advise customers to avoid crack and pursue more positive ventures. If you give me a guitar and a drum machine, I'll create a hit that will make the crowd go wild. The funk in the air indicates a lively atmosphere. I jokingly comment on a woman's excessive jewelry, implying she could freeze New York with it. Her man, who works on Wall Street, doesn't spend much time at home. During the conversation, the woman reveals too much information, showing a desire for self-indulgence. I offer her a glass of Merlot, addressing her as Mrs. No Name. She has a curvaceous figure comparable to the size of South America. She remembers me as the singer of Guantanamera before Ricky Martin's "Livin' La Vida Loca" fame. I inform her that I grew up in Brooklyn but pursued education in Jerusalem, referring to New Jersey as the New Jerusalem. When I check the time, it's almost 3 o'clock. I proceed to her place, where her intoxicated man awaits her with a .44 caliber gun

Now what it look like, it ain't really that (It doesn't matter!)
Regardless of appearances, they don't truly define the situation or its significance

So he cocked the gat at my top hat (It doesn't matter!)
He threatened me with a gun aimed at my top hat, but such actions don't hold sway over me

Are you crazy? You was married! (It doesn't matter!)
I express shock at her infidelity, mentioning her marriage, but these details don't change the underlying truth

Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
If you're unwilling to share with others, they won't care about you, and people in your neighborhood may steal your belongings

Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more And she said this
At that moment, the woman approaches her man and informs him that she must leave because she can't tolerate being in that situation any longer. She then expresses the following:

Take me home, to the place I belong at the Refugee Camp And the Booga basement That's where I live, oh
Bring me back to the place where I truly belong, which is the Refugee Camp and the Booga basement. That's my home

Come on Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records (It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Let's go. The Rock boasts about selling a substantial number of records, but the true value and significance lie beyond these sales numbers

Alright I'm with you, yo check it out You wanna go get diamond rings? (It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
I agree with you, let's move on. The Rock asks if you want to go buy diamond rings, but whether or not he wants to do so is irrelevant

Man listen, listen I just got two new Grammy's man (It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
Listen carefully. The Rock proudly mentions receiving two new Grammy Awards, but those accolades don't hold significance in the context being discussed

It doesn't matter
Ultimately, none of these material possessions, achievements, or external factors truly define one's worth or value