It Doesn't Matter
Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Introducing the collaboration between the Rock and Refugee camp, get ready to experience something spectacular

Yo this is strictly a club record 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 primarily dedicated to the people who undergo the pain of standing outside the clubs in cold temperatures, waiting for their chance to go in and enjoy the music

Yo, yo, yo I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies (It doesn't matter!) I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (It doesn't matter!) I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio (It doesn't matter!) Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
No matter what luxurious possessions one has, it doesn't matter if they don't share it with others. The hood is a place where your belongings might be taken away from you if you don't share it.

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 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 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 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!)
Explaining how back in the day, it was all about the club culture where people used to spend for luxuries like champagne and dancers. The artist shares his experiences of getting to the club and enjoying amidst the beats of popular DJs, making a subtle reference to other legendary DJs from the past

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies (It doesn't matter!) I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (It doesn't matter!) What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio (It doesn't matter!) Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley (It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
Reiterating that no matter what materialistic possessions one has, it doesn't matter until you share it with others, otherwise people may take away your belongings.

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
Describing a scene of a barbecue, where the artist speaks of how drug money gets converted into music and shows concern about the obsession with crack. He goes on to narrate a conversation with a lady where he introduces himself and shares his experiences of studying in different cities. He adds his objective of helping the people of his community.

Now what it look like, it ain't really that (It doesn't matter!) So he cocked the gat at my top hat (It doesn't matter!) Are you crazy? You was married! (It doesn't matter!) Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
The artist highlights the importance of sharing one's wealth and materialistic possessions to prevent mishaps like theft or robbery in the community.

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 Take me home, to the place I belong at the Refugee Camp And the Booga basement That's where I live, oh Come on Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records (It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!) 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!) Man listen, listen I just got two new Grammy's man (It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!) It doesn't matter
The song ends on the same note: no matter what wealth, fame, or possession one might have, if they don't share it with others in their community, it doesn't matter.