(Jay-Z The Black Album) Lyrics

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one

[Verse One]
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics they 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 ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like f___ critics you can kiss my whole a__hole
I got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a s___ 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 ritches n____s I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 problems but the b____ aint one
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one

[Verse Two]
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother f___in' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now 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 hats real low?
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-fo' "
"Liscense 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 s___ all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are 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'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my s___
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 Problems but a b____ ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one hit me

99 Problems but a b____ ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b____ ain't one
Hit me

[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A n____ like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p____
But a p____ havin no God d___ sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin
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
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tried to give the n____ shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems b, and a b____ ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy