Jay-Z - 99 Problems

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me! He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes who 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 zapitos You’d be celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You don’t like our lyrics you can press fast forward Beef with radio if we don’t play they show They don’t play our hits well 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 intellegence that Jay-Z has From rags to ritches, 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 your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one The year is ’94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin’ law I got two choices ya’ll pull over the car or 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 And 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 four» «Liscense and regestration and step out of the car» «Are you carryin’ a weapon on you I know alot of you are» I ain’t steppin’ out of shit all my papers legit «Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?» Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you gon’ need a warrant for that «Aren’t you sharp as a tack (Yep!) you some type of lawyer or something?» «Or somebody important or somethin’?» Nah I ain’t pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit «Well 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 your having 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 your having 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 your having 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, try and 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 fruit fight The only thing that’s gonna happen is im’ma get to clappin’ He and his boys gon be yappin’ to the captain And there I go traped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin’ again Paparatzi’s with they cameras snappin’ them D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail ’cause I’m African All because ths fool was harrasin’ them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin’ But ain’t nothin sweet ’bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but this bitch ain’t one 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If your having 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 your having 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 Sh