produced by rick rubin
if you’re havin’ girl problems i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
i’ve got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
foes that wanna make sure my casket’s closed
rap critics that say he’s money cash hoes
i’m from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
if you grew up with holes in your zapatos
you’d celebrate the minute you was havin’ dough
i’m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
if you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
got beef with radio if i don’t play they show
they don’t play my hits well i don’t give a shit so
rap mags try and use my black ass
so advertisers can give ’em more cash for ads
fuckers i don’t know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that jay z has
i’m from rags to riches niggas i ain’t dumb
i got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
if you’re havin’ girl problems i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one hit me
the year is ’94 in my trunk is raw
in my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin’ law
got two choices y’all 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 can fight the case
so i pull over to the side of the road
i heard son do you know why i’m stopping 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 more
well you was doing 55 in a 54
license and registration and step out of the car
are you carrying 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 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 something
somebody important or something
well 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 k9 come
i got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
if you’re 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’re 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 strongarm a ho
this is not a ho in the sense of havin’ a pussy
but a pussy havin’ no goddamn sense try and 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 wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
and only thing that’s gon’ happen is i’ma get to clappin’
and he and his boys gonna be yappin’ to the captain
and there i go trapped in the kitkat again
back through the system with the riffraff again
fiends on the floor scratchin’ again
paparazzis with they cameras snappin’ em
da try to give a nigga shaft again
half a mil’ for bail cause i’m african
all because this fool was harassin’ 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 hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
if you’re havin’ girl problems i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one hit me
you crazy for this one rick
it’s your boy
Artist: Jay Z
Year: 2004
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 385