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JAY-Z
The Black Album
"99 Problems"
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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, Hos"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
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 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!
The year is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices, y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
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 stoppin' you for?
Cause I'm young, and I'm black, and my hat's real low?
Or 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-four (uh-huh)
license 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 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 should try out
for lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'
Child, I ain't passed 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 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
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-goddamn-sense, tryin' ta push me
I try to ignore him, 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 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. 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 how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, B, 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!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin' girl problems? I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, and a bitch ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one, Rick! It's your boy!
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