If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
Got em Mike
Hes got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his caskets closed
Rap critics that say hes Money, Cash, Hoes
Hes from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
Youd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
If you dont like the lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we dont play they show
They dont play our hits - we dont give a shit, SO!
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I dont know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we aint dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In the rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
I got two choices yall, pull over the car or 
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor 
And I aint 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
I heard Son, do you know why Im stoppin you for?
Cause Im young and Im black and my hats real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I dont 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 aint steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
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
(Arent you sharp as a tack!
You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or somethin?)
Ha, I aint passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you wont illegally search my shit
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a ho
This is not a ho 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 wouldnt bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing thats gon happen is Imma 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 Im African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccharin
But aint nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems bein a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one - hit me!
Shut up when Im talkin to you!
Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!!
Shut up when Im talkin to you!
Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut uup!!
Im about to break!!
Everything you say to me
[I need a little room to breathe
Everything you say to me
I need a little room to breathe
And Im about to... Break