Lyrics:

A-one, a-one, two
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like

Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be

Just like me, just like me
The S (To the), A (To the), L (To the)
Fa-sol-la T's makin' dough (Nuts?)
No, but as in big bucks
So (Huh?), so (Who?), so what the hell?
It doesn't matter who goes and buy my records, long as they sell
And I can tell that you don't like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell
And makin' me a little rich now (Yeah, baby)
You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now (Check it out, check it out)
Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
Up and down the block just ain't my thing
I seen a lot of women fallin' gettin' fast money
'Cause either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
I needed more to explore, so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I'm livin' mad fat
Check my attitude, it comes with the territory, baby
And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy

Everybody wants to be a big shot (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody wants to make a quick buck (It's all about me)
Everybody wants to be on the top (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Everybody wants to be
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be

Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a lewd maid
Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Gucci
Whatever's in style and costs a big pile
Just to get one, niggas gettin' real foul
It's all about the great paper chase
A million dollar worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So meet me on the rooftop and have my money right
'Cause I'm the new lady boss keepin' game tight

So, you think you're all that
Feelin' kinda phat
But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don't know much about ya
But there's no doubt you're out to
Get yours any way you can

Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be

You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches, boy
Oh, me neither
They think they all that 'cause they popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches
I know, live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stomach
(So I'm a bitch now?)
Oh, shoot, there they go right there, Salt-N-Pepa
(Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don't need nothin' 'cause you know that I'm a bitch, y'all)
Yo, y'all hair look real fly, where y'all get y'all hair done at?
(They say, 'Oh, ain't she somethin'?' because I'm rich now
And I bet you wanna be like me)
Still can't stand them bitches
(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all
A rich bitch, y'all, and I know)

Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be