Hot, Cool & Vicious received little attention until a San Francisco DJ named Cameron Paul created a remix of "Push It" (The b-side to "Tramp"). Mr. Paul's remix of "Push It", rereleased as a single, quickly became a national hit and was nominated for a Grammy, pushing both the single and LP to Platinum album status.
They released A Salt With a Deadly Pepa, which was only a minor hit, though it featured "Shake Your Thang". Their third original LP, Blacks Magic, which received generally positive reviews and expanded Salt-N-Pepa's fanbase among hip hop fans using more R&B. It included "Let's Talk About Sex", one of their biggest songs.
Salt-N-Pepa left Next Plateau and the influence of Azor released "Very Necessary", a largely self-produced album in 1993 (see 1993 in music), and it performed very well on the charts, buoyed by "Shoop" and "Whatta Man" (with En Vogue). In 1994, they appeared in the motion picture "Who's The Man?".
The less commercially successful single "None of Your Business," won the Grammy for Best Rap Performance in 1995. Since Very Necessary, both Salt and Pepa have focused primarily on their acting careers. They released their final album "Brand New" in 1997.
Despite their girl group beginnings, Salt-N-Pepa insist that they wrote many of the lyrics on their first album, and by Blacks Magic they displayed a sex positive, and responsible, feminism, and are often seen as innovators or role models.
In March 1999, Salt-N-Pepa embarked on their final live tour. Pepa (Sandy Denton) married Treach of Naughty By Nature on July 27, 1999. Salt-N-Pepa's greatest-hits album, entitled Salt-N-Pepa: The Best Of was released on January 25, 2000. Treach and Pepa were divorced on July 31, 2001. The group officially disbanded in 2002. Upon disbanding, Salt (Cheryl James) claimed she had become a born-again Christian, and would no longer be involved in hip-hop. However, all that changed when Cheryl announced that she would be releasing her first solo cd "Salt of the Earth" which later changed to "Salt Unrapped".
Cheryl James and Sandy Denton appeared on VH1's Hip Hop Honors in November 2004 without Spinderella. They did not perform.
In March 2005, it was announced that Sandy Denton would join Jose Canseco, Bronson Pinchot, Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth, Caprice Bourret, Janice Dickinson, and Carey Hart on the 5th season of the VH1 series The Surreal Life.
Salt-N-Pepa reunited on September 22, 2005, and gave their first performance in six years. They sang Whatta Man, along with En Vogue, as a part of VH1's Hip Hop Honors program.
Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves
Salt-N-Pepa Lyrics
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Show 'em what ya got
Show-show 'em what ya got
Show 'em what ya got
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em what ya got
Show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya got
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic
So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch
Jump up and get beat down
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row
So you better check my record, better yet, bum
My name is super for a record, check my platinum album
It's not meant for you to do
You even sound wack when you try to check the mic
One, two, one, two
But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes
Tryin' to get new?
You don't work like the two to make hip-hop
So you can talk until your big, suckin' lips pop
The next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the
Nose, ho
So there you go
You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with Pepa last night, yo
Nigga please
You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold your zipper back
Why don't you tell the story right, man?
The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand
You rolled up on me in your man's Beemer
And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer
You put the window down tryin' to act real slick
And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold
Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped
But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-Chump
So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy
It never fails to amaze me
How people never miss a possip, they just believe the gossip
Instead of finding out the truth of what's up
It's got my nostrils flairin'
I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing
'Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' on
One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong
If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy
Or he's sellin' Buddah if he's got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hell
So breakin' up the code because of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough problems of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
(Show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserve
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
The lyrics to Salt-N-Pepa's song "Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves" show a strong, unapologetic attitude towards people who are trying to bring the singers down. The repeated chorus of "somebody's gettin' on my nerves" is a declaration of their frustration with those who are trying to challenge them. At the same time, the verses show off the duo's skills in rhyming and rapping, with descriptions of jealous-ass rappers and confident put-downs of men who are trying to hit on them. The line "forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve" is a powerful message about being unafraid to stand up for oneself even in a world that tries to silence women.
Additionally, the lyrics point to deeper issues of societal pressures and double standards. Salt and Pepa both sing about the ways that men judge women based on their looks and their possessions, and how women are pitted against each other in competition. But the repeated refrain of "give them what they deserve" is a call to action, urging women to not only stand up for themselves but to actively fight back against the oppressive systems that hold them down.
Overall, "Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves" is a powerful anthem for anyone who has ever felt frustrated with the world around them. It's a reminder to be unapologetic, to be bold and confident, and to never let anyone dim your light.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
Addressing someone to show their skills
Show 'em what ya got
Asking again to show their skills
Show-show 'em what ya got
Emphasizing to show their skills
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Things are getting intense
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Someone is bothering me
(Show 'em what ya got)
Repeating to show their skills
(Show-show 'em what ya got)
Re-emphasizing to show their skills
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Don't hold back and give them what they deserve regardless of gender
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
I have a confident attitude due to the hype around me
Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic
Envious rappers who are broke trying to compete with me on the microphone
So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch
If you disrespect me, you'll have to face the consequences
Jump up and get beat down
If you act out, you'll get beaten up
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
Salt is short, light-skinned, and attractive, and everyone knows it
I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row
I have him screaming like a prostitute in the front row
So you better check my record, better yet, bum
Check my track record, you bum
My name is super for a record, check my platinum album
My name is famous because of my platinum album
It's not meant for you to do
You're not capable of doing it
You even sound wack when you try to check the mic
You even sound bad when you try to use the microphone
One, two, one, two
Testing the microphone
But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes
I'm not done yet - how are you living by using old lyrics?
Tryin' to get new?
Are you trying to be original?
You don't work like the two to make hip-hop
You don't work as a duo to create hip-hop
So you can talk until your big, suckin' lips pop
You can keep talking until you're tired
The next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the
If you try to disrespect me again, I may punch you in the
Nose, ho
Nose, you
So there you go
That's what you get
You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
You hear rumors about me getting played in the streets
Yo, me and my man was with Pepa last night, yo
Me and my man were with Pepa last night
Nigga please
Please, stop lying
You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat
You can't have sex with me even if my name were Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold your zipper back
Your small penis can't hold your own zipper back
Why don't you tell the story right, man?
Why don't you tell the story truthfully?
The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand
The only skin you've touched is your own right hand
You rolled up on me in your man's Beemer
You approached me in your man's BMW
And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer
I could tell just by looking at you that you are a loser who masturbates all day
You put the window down tryin' to act real slick
You rolled down the window to try and act cool
And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You started smiling like a prostitute with tricks
You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold
You put your hand out the window to show me your gold jewelry
Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old
Your Rolex from 42nd street was outdated
I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped
I gave you a fake number, and I knew you thought you'd have sex with me
But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-Chump
It was a paid phone dating service for losers
So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
Why are you running around town acting like you're cool?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
Stop bothering me, boy, and leave me alone
Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy
Now someone is bothering me, and I'm ready to get aggressive
It never fails to amaze me
It's always surprising to me
How people never miss a possip, they just believe the gossip
How people never miss a piece of gossip and believe everything they hear
Instead of finding out the truth of what's up
Instead of finding out the truth of what's happening
It's got my nostrils flairin'
It's irritating me
I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing
I'd be foolish to believe half of the stupid things I hear
'Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' on
Because every time I meet a successful guy
One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong
One of my envious friends has to find a fault, no matter how small
If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy
If he's not driving a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, then he's poor
Or he's sellin' Buddah if he's got plenty of money
Or he's selling drugs if he has a lot of money
Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hell
Now ask me why, I have no idea why
So breakin' up the code because of someone's getting jeal
Trying to decipher the message because someone is jealous
I've got enough problems of my own
I have enough problems on my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
To gossip on the phone about who he's having sex with
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: STEVE AZOR, HERB AZOR, ANTHONY "SHARKEE" WILLIAMS
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