If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one...
Hit me!
(You got 'em Mike?)
He's got the rat patrol on the gat patrol
Foes who wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics who 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 "zapatos"
You'd be celebratin' the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics— you can kiss our whole asshole
You don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward
Beef with radio if we don't play their show
They don't play our hits— we don't give a shit, so!
All these mags trying to 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!
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...
The year is '94— in my trunk is raw
In the rearview mirror it's the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices, ya'll:
Pull over the car or... 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 could fight the case
So I... pull over to the side of the road and I heard:
Son, do you know what I'm stoppin' you for?
"Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low?
Do I look like a mind-reader, sir? I don't know!
Am I under arrest, or should I guess some mo'?"
You was doin' fifty-five in a 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...
"Look, I ain't steppin' outta shit, all my paper's 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'?
"Hah! 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!
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!
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...
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of "havin' a pussy"
But "a pussy havin' no god damn sense", tryin' to push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, 'cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type— loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'mma 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 [the] shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail, 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harrassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems— bein' a bitch ain't one
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!
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up when I'm talking to you!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
I'm about to break!
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've got 99 problems—
And I'm about to... break!
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