Well, see how smart you are when the K-9's come
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
All because this fool was horrasin' them
Pray for 'em 'cause some fools just love to perform
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
From rags to riches we ain't dumb
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
You know the type loud as a motor bike
And I heard, "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them
Shut up when I'm talking to you
I'm about to break
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
I tried to ignore 'em and talk to the Lord
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
You'd celebratin' the minute you was havin' doe
I ain't steppin' out of shit all my papers legit
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward
Shut up, shut up, shut up
I don't know what you take us as
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin'
But a pussy havin' no Goddamn sense, try and push me
Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
The year is ninety four and in my trunk is raw
Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are
Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?
Well you was doin' fifty five in a fifty four
Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
Got Mike, he's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Shut up when I'm talking to you
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
Back through the system with the riff raff again
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African
All these mags try and use our ass
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
Everything you say to me
They don't play out, hits, well, we don't give a shit so
We got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
So I pull over to the side of the road
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
License and registration and step out of the car
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
I need a little room to breathe
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
Now once upon a time not too long ago
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
Or somebody important or somethin'?
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Shut up, shut up, shut up
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Rap critics that say he's 'money cash hoes'
