Lyric 99 Problems (Corrected)
[If you re havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
[Verse 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 holes in ya 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 ritches niggas i ain t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
The year s 94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices y all pull over the car or (hmmm)
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
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-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 papers legit
"Well, do you mind if i look round 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 ?"
"Or somebody important or somethin ?"
Tah i ain t pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won t illegally search my shit
"We ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but 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 m ma get to clappin n
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. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i m African
All because this fool was harrassin him
Tryin to play the boy like he s saccharin
But ain t nothin sweet bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems, bein a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
if you re havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Your crazy for this one, Rick!
Its ya boy ]
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
[Verse 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 holes in ya 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 ritches niggas i ain t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
The year s 94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices y all pull over the car or (hmmm)
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
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-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 papers legit
"Well, do you mind if i look round 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 ?"
"Or somebody important or somethin ?"
Tah i ain t pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won t illegally search my shit
"We ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but 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 m ma get to clappin n
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. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i m African
All because this fool was harrassin him
Tryin to play the boy like he s saccharin
But ain t nothin sweet bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems, bein a bitch ain t one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
if you re havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain t one
Your crazy for this one, Rick!
Its ya boy ]
