* Jay-Z lyrics from OHHLA.com originally
[Jay-Z]
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
Got `em Mike
[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
He`s got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket`s closed
Rap critics that say he`s Money, Cash, Hoes
He`s from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
You`d celebrate the minute you was havin dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
If you don`t like the lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don`t play they show
they don`t play our hits - we don`t give a shit, SO!
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give `em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don`t know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain`t dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
[Chorus 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda]
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 2: Jay-Z (Mike Shinoda)]
Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In the rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
I got two choices y`all, pull over the car or (or?)
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor (c`mon!)
And 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 hat`s real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don`t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo`?
(Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
License 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 around 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 somethin, somebody important or somethin?)
Ha, I ain`t passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won`t illegally search my shit
(Well we`ll see how smart you are when the canines come)
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
[Chorus 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda] x3
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an` push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn`t bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that`s gon` happen is I`ma get to clappin and
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. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill` for bail cause I`m African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he`s saccharin
But ain`t nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
[Chorus 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda] x2
[Chester Bennington]
Shut up when I`m talkin to you!
Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!!
Shut up when I`m talkin to you!
Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut uup!!
I`m about to break!!
[Chorus 2: Chester Bennington (Jay-Z)]
Everything you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!)
I need a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!)
Everything you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!)
I need a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I`m about to... Break
