99 problems
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
[Verse One]I got the rap patrol on the gat patrolFoes that wanna make sure my casket's closedRap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes"I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are thoseIf you grew up with holes in ya zapatosYou'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' doughI'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole assholeIf you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forwardI got beef with radio if i don't play they showThey don't play my hits i don't give a shit SORap mags try and use my black assSo advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckersI don't know what you take me as,Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z hasI'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumbI got 99 problems but a bitch ain't oneHit me
[Chorus]99 problems but the bitch aint oneIf you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a bitch ain't oneHit me
[Verse Two]The year's '94 and my trunk is rawIn my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' lawI got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floorNow I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake.Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the caseSo I...pull over to the side of the roadI 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 knowAm I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' ""Liscense 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 paper's legit"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the backAnd 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 something'?""Or somebody important or somethin'?"Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bitEnough that you won't illegally search my shit"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't oneHit me
[Chorus]99 Problems but a bitch ain't oneif you havin girl problemsi feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't oneif you havin girl problemsi feel bad for you sonI got 99 problems but a bitch ain't oneHit me
[Verse Three]Now once upon a time not too long agoA nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoeThis is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussyBut a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push meI tried to ignore him and talk to the LordPray for him, cause some fools just love to performYou know the type loud as a motor bikeBut wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fightThe only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappinHe and his boys gon be yappin to the captainAnd there I go trapped in the kit kat againBack through the system with the riff raff againFiends on the floor scratchin againpaparazzi's with they cameras snappin themD.A. tried to give the nigga shaft againHalf-a-mil for bail cause I'm AfricanAll because this fool was harrasin' themTryin to play the boy like hes saccarinBut ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gunI got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one.Hit me