[If you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one
[Verse One]
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket`s closed
Rap critics that say he`s Money Cash Hoes
I`m from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos
You`d celebrate the minute you was havin` dough
I`m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don`t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i don`t play they show
They don`t play my hits well i don`t give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give `em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don`t know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I`m from rags to ritches niggas i ain`t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one
Hit me
[Chorus]
99 Problems but a bitch ain`t one
If you havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one
Hit me
[Verse Two]
The year`s `94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin` law
I got two choices y`all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain`t tryin` to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
I heard Son do you know why i`m stoppin` you for?
Cause i`m young and i`m black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don`t know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo`?
Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo`
Liscense and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin` a weapon on you i know a lot of you are
I ain`t steppin out of shit all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk in the back
And i know my rights so you gon` need a warrant for that
Aren`t you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something`?
Or somebody important or somethin`?
Tah i ain`t pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won`t illegally search my shit
We`ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of havin` a pussy
But a pussy havin` no God damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn`t bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that`s gonna happen is i`m ma get to clappin``n`
He and his boys gon` be yappin` to the captain
And there i go trapped in the kit-kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin` again
Paparazzis with they cameras snappin` them
D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i`m African
All because this fool was harrassin` him
Tryin` to play the boy like he`s saccharin
But ain`t nothin` sweet `bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems, bein` a bitch ain`t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
if you`re havin` girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain`t one
Your crazy for this one, Rick!
Its ya boy ]
