Jay-Z 99 Problems (Cookin Soul Version) Lyrics

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b____ 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 zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm like f___ critics, you can kiss my whole a__hole
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
they don't play my hits - well I don't give a s___, SO!
Rap mags try and use my black a__
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, f___ers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, n____z I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a b____ ain't one - hit me!

99 problems but a b____ ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b____ ain't one - hit me!

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the m_________in law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
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
"Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
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 s___, 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 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 s___
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes"
I got 99 problems, but a b____ ain't one - hit me!

99 problems but a b____ ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b____ ain't one - hit me!

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A n____ like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p____
But a p____ havin no God d___ sense, try an' 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
D.A. try to give a n____ 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 saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a b____ ain't one - hit me!

99 problems but a b____ ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a b____ ain't one - hit me!

.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a b____ ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It's your boy!