If you're havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I 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 O's and you zap the toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
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 intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga 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 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 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall 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 warrent for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack are 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 K-9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
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 inore 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 I'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 horrasin 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
Hit me
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy
