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 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 ya 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; I don´t play they show
They don´t play my hits 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 ritches niggas I ain´t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one
Hit me

{Refrain:}
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 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin´ 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 for 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 what I´m stoppin´ you for?"
Cause i´m young and i´m black and my hats real low
But 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"
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin´ a weapon on you I know alot of you are"
I ain´t steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and 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 shit
"We´ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one
Hit me

{au Refrain, x2}

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin´ a pussy
But a pussy havin´ no God damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but 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´mma get to clappin´´n´
He and his boys gon´ be yappin´ to the captain
And there I go traped 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
D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I´m African
All because this fool was harrassin´ them
Tryin´ to play the boy like hes saccharin´
But ain´t nothin´ sweet ´bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, bein´ a bitch ain´t one
Hit me

{au Refrain, x3}

Your crazy for this one, Rick!
Its´ ya boy you´re havin´ girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one