99 Problems (Album Version)

If you 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 holes in your zapatoes You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole ass hole If you like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I play they show they play my hits well I 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 niggaz 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 year is ninety four 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 high way chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low do I look like a mindreader sir I don't 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 you are I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers 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 oflawyer or somethin somebody important or somethin Child I ain't passed the bar but I know low little Enough that you won't illegally search my shit we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes 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 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 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 havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense try an' push me I try to ignore 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 gon' be yappin to the Captain And there I go trapped in 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 I'm African All because this fool was harassin them Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin But ain't nuttin sweet bout I hold my gun I got 99 problems and 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 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 Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one You crazy for this one Rick It's your boy