Danger Mouse, JAY-Z, The Beatles - 99 Problems (The Grey Album) lyrics

If you're havin' girl problems, I
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that 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 your zapatos
You'd celebrate 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"
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads
Fuckers, 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 – hit me!

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 is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is
The motherfuckin' law
Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil
Put the pedal to the floor
And 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 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 step
Out of the car
Are you carrying 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
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?"
Well, I ain't passed the bar
But I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally
Search my shit
"Well, we'll see how smart you
Are when the K9 come!"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me!

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! 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

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho
This is not a ho in the
Sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense
Try and push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him
But some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen
Is I'ma get to clappin'
And he and his boys gonna
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
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' em
DA try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how
I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, bein' a bitch ain't one
Hit me

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 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 if you're havin' girl problems, I
Feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

You crazy for this one, Rick it's your boy