If having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap on the gat patrol that want ta make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those? If you grew up with holes in your You'd celebrate the minute you was having I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward? Got beef with radio if I don't play show They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my ass So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't what you take me as Or understand the that Jay-Z has I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine 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
'94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view is the motherfucking law I got two choices y'all, over the car or, hmm, Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the Now I trying to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few I could fight the case So I, over to the side of the road I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?" Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's low Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't Am I under or should I guess some mo? "Well you was doing in the fifty-four", uh huh "License and and step out of the car "Are you carrying a weapon on you, I a lot of you are" I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers "Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?" my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back And I my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some of lawyer or something? "Somebody or something?" Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit Enough you won't illegally search 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 nine problems but a ain't one If you girl problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one If you having problems I feel bad for you son I got ninety problems 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 is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy But a pussy no goddamn sense try and push me I tried to ignore 'em, to the Lord for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type, as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and He and his goin' be yapping to the captain And there I go in the Kit Kat again Back through the system with the raff again Fiends on the floor again Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again Half a mil for bail I'm African All because this was harassing them Trying to the boy like he's saccharine But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got nine problems being a bitch 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 but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but a ain't one If you having girl problems I bad for you son I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
girl problems I feel bad for you son I got nine problems and a bitch ain't one
crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy