If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t 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 your zapatoes
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 riches, niggaz I ain`t dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
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!
The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y`all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
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
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?
Child 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 canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain`t one - hit me!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain`t one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It`s your boy!
