Karaoké 99 Problems Jay-Z

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I've 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 zapatos

You'd celebrate the minute you was having 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 riches niggas I ain't dumb

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

The 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 mmm

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor

And 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 stopping you for?

'Cos I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low?

Do I look like a mind reader Sir

I don't know?

Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?

Well you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carrying a weapon on you?

I know a lot of you are

I ain't stepping out of shit all my paper's 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 of lawyer or something?

Somebody important or something?

Well I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-nine come

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine 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 ho

This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me

I try to ignore him talk to the Lord

Pray for him 'cos some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and

He and his boys gonna 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' 'em

D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again

Half a mil' for bail 'cos I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine

But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got ninety-nine problems being a bitch ain't one hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Ooh ooh ah ah

Having girl problems

I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one ah ah

You crazy for this one Rick it's your boy