Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Got 'em Mike

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"

He's 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

So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole

If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if we don't play they show

They don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so

All these mags try and use our ass

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as

From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb

We 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

Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw

In the rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law

I 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 stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black

And my hat's real low

Or 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 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 shit, 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?

Ha, 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 canines come

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one99

If you 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 one99

If you 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 one99

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 an' push me

I try to ignore,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

Paparazzi's with they cameras, snappin' them

D.A. 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 saccharin

But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one99

If you 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 one99

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you

I'm about to break

Everything you say to me

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)

I need a little room to breathe

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)

Everything you say to me

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me)

I need a little room to breathe

(I got 99 problems)

And I'm about to, break