Jay‐Z
Gm
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for your son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
I got rap control and the gat control Folks wanna make sure my cast is closed
Rap critics say money catch hoes I'm up in the hood, stupid, what kind of facts
are those?
If you grew up with hoes and you zapped the doughs
You'd celebrate the minutes you was havin' dough
I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my old ass hole
You don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward"
If you got beat with the radio, I don't blame the show
They don't play my hits?
I don't give a shit.
So?
Rack Madz tried to use my white ass, so Avatar's gonna give 'em all cash for ass fuckers.
I don't know what you take me as, so I understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has.
I'm from rags to riches.
I ain't dumb.
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
Hit me!
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for your son.
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
It's '94, my trunk is raw, and rearview mirror's a motherfuckin' law
I got two choices, y'all, pull over the car, bounce to the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Nah, I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake, plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So, pull over to the side of the road, I heard, "Son, you know what I'm stoppin' here for?"
'Cause I'm young and I'm white, and my hat's real low, do you look at mine real? Sure, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I get some more?
what you're doing 55 in the 54 uh-huh license registration and step out of the
car I carry a weapon on you I know a lot of you are I ain't stepping out of shit
all my papers legit well your mind ever look around the car a little bit like
glove compartments locked as soon as the trunk in the back you know I know my
rights you gotta need a warrant for that you didn't shoppers attack you some kind
of lawyer something some kind of port or something that's a bar but I know a
little bit yeah I know you're gonna legally search my shit well let's see
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 You're 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 You're 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 I felt like myself, had a strong arm, a hoe
It's not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy, but a pussy having no god damn sense of trying to push me
Try to ignore him, talk to the Lord, pray for him, 'cause fools love to perform
You know the type, lives on a motorbike, wouldn't bust a grape in a free fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'm gonna clap and then he's going to boys, going yapping to the captain
There's a trap and a kick out again, back to the system with a rip rat again
Friends on the floor scratching again, paparazzi catch the camera so they're snapping them
D.A. trying to give a f*ck again, have a million for a bill cause I'm me
All because a fool was harassing them, trying to play a boy like he's saccharine
I ain't nothing sweet about a whole lot of gun, I got 99 problems but a b*tch ain't one hippie