Points of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

He's gotta mic

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"

He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapitos

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe

So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show

They don't play out hits, we don't give a shit, so

All these mags try and use our ass

So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb

We 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

And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw

In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law

I got two choices ya'll, 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

I heard, "Son, do you know what 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?

You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are

Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit

But do you mind if I look around 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 warrant for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some

Somebody important or somethin'?

Ha, 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's come

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

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 of havin' a pussy

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore 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 tried to give the nigga the shaft again

Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harrasin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin

But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one

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

Shut up when I'm talking to you

Shut up, shut up, shut up

Shut up when I'm talking to you

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up

I'm about to break

(Everything you say to me)

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(I need a little room to breathe)

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(I need a little room to breathe)

I got 99 problems and I'm about to break