Pearl Jam, JAY-Z - 99 Problems lyrics

99 Problems Lyrics
If you 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 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 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
(Hm-m) 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 what 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' fifty-five
In a fifty-four" (uh huh)
"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
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" (ha ha)
"Aren't you sharp as a tack?
You some type of lawyer or somethin'
Somebody important or somethin'?"
"Child, 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 canine comes"
I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I
Feel bad for you, son i got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one hit me

Ah ah 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I
Feel bad for you, son i got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one hit me

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe 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 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

Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
DA try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' 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 nuttin 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 havin' girl problems, I
Feel bad for you, son i got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one hit me (Gosh)

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

Whoo whoo uh, uh
Havin' girl problems? I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, and a bitch ain't one

Ha ha you crazy for this one, Rick
This is your boy!