Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Ice T
Performer
Philadelphia Grand Jury
Philadelphia Grand Jury
Performer
Norman Landsberg
Norman Landsberg
Performer
Felix Pappalardi
Felix Pappalardi
Performer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Performer
Leslie Weinstein
Leslie Weinstein
Performer
John Ventura
John Ventura
Performer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Performer
Simon Berckleman
Simon Berckleman
Performer
Calvin Welch
Calvin Welch
Performer
Joel Beeson
Joel Beeson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Norman Landsberg
Norman Landsberg
Songwriter
Felix Pappalardi
Felix Pappalardi
Songwriter
John Ventura
John Ventura
Songwriter
Tracy Marrow
Tracy Marrow
Songwriter
Alphonso Henderson
Alphonso Henderson
Songwriter
Billy Squier
Billy Squier
Songwriter
Leslie West
Leslie West
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ready (ready) Ready (ready) If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got the rap patrol on the gate 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 fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast-forward I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to riches niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one Hit me The year's '94 and my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices, y'all pull over the car or Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay 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 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 mo'? "Well you was doin' 55 in a 54" "License 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 shit, 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'?" Well, I ain't pass 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 come" I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're 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 I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but that bitch ain't one
Writer(s): Alphonso Henderson, Felix A. Pappalardi, John Elis Ventura, Norman Landsberg, William H. Squier, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Leslie A. Weinstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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