[Hook]
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
[Verse 1]
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, "f** critics! You can kiss my whole a**hole
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 sh**, so
Rap mags try and use my black a**
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads
f**ers, I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has
I'm from rags to riches, n***as, I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one; hit me!
[Hook]
99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one; hit me!
[Verse 2]
The year is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherf**in' 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 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?"
‘Cause 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 55 in a 54
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 sh**, 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 pa**ed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh**
"Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one; hit me!
[Hook]
99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one; hit me!
99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
[Verse 3]
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A n***a like myself had to strong-arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a p**y
But a p**y having no goddamn sense, try and 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 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 n***a shaft again
Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African
All because this fool was hara**in' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a b**h ain't one; hit me!
[Hook]
99 problems, but a b**h ain't one
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b**h ain't one; hit me!
[Outro]
You crazy for this one, Rick
It's your boy