I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I don't know what you take me as
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
License and registration and step out of the car
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Songwriters: Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Norman Landsberg, Tracy Marrow, Felix Pappalardi, Billy Squier, John Elias Ventura, Leslie Weinstein
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one, hit me
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
All because this fool was harassin' them
The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me
Publishers: POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP, RHYME SYNDICATE MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
So I pull over to the side of the road