If you're girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat Foes that want ta make sure my casket's Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are If you grew up holes in your zapatos You'd the minute you was having dough I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward? Got beef radio if I don't play they show They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap try and use my black ass So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know you take me as Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has I'm from to riches, niggas I ain't dumb I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but a ain't one If you girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me
'94 and my trunk is raw In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm, Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake Plus I got a few I could fight the case So I, pull over to the side of the I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?" I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know Am I under or should I guess some mo? "Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh "License and and step out of the car "Are you carrying a on you, I know a lot of you are" I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit "Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?" Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you goin' a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a You some type of lawyer or something? "Somebody or something?" Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally my shit "Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come" I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me
Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one If you girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me
nine problems but a bitch ain't one If you having girl problems I bad for you son I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Now once a time not too long ago A nigga like had to strong arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of a pussy But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and me I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform You the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight The thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and He and his boys goin' be yapping to the And there I go in the Kit Kat again Back through the system with the riff raff Fiends on the scratching again Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping D.A. to give a nigga shaft again Half a mil for cause I'm African All this fool was harassing them Trying to play the boy like he's But ain't nothing 'bout how I hold my gun I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but a bitch one If you girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but a ain't one If you girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me
Having girl I feel bad for you son I got ninety nine problems and a ain't one
You're crazy for this one, Rick, it's boy