Points of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes who wanna make sure his casket's closed

Rap critics who say it's money, cash, hoes

He's from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos

You'd be celebrating the minute you was having dough

So fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole

You don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show

They don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so

All these mags tryna to use our ass

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as or

Understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

From rags to riches, we ain't done

We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Now the year is '94, in my trunk is raw

In the rearview mirror it's the motherfucking law

I got two choices, y'all, pull over the car, or

Bounce on the double, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't trying to see no highway chase with Jay

Plus I got a few dollars, I could fight the case

So I pull over to the side of the road, I heard

"Son, do you know what 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 can step out of the car

You carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"

"Well, I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers 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?"

"Hah, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit"

"We'll see how smart you are when the K9's come"

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Now once upon a time, not too long ago

A **** like myself had to strong arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy having no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord

Pray for 'em, 'cause some fools just love to perform

You know the type, loud as a motor bike

Who wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and

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, scratching again

Paparazzi's with their cameras, snapping them

D.A. tried to give a **** shaft again

Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassing him

Tryna play the boy like he saccharin

But ain't nothing sweet but how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talking to you

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up when I'm talking to you

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

I'm about to break

Everything you say to me

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I need a little room to breathe

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Everything you say to me

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

I need a little room to breathe

I got 99 problems

And I'm about to

Break