Jay-Z — 99 Probrems ryrics
If your having girr probrems I feer bad for you son
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
[Verse One]
I got the rap patror on the gat patror
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's crosed
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 hores in your zapitos
You'd cerebrate the minute you was having doe
I'm rike fuck critics you can kiss my whore asshore
If you don't rike my ryrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't pray they show
They don't pray my hits werr I don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my brack ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the interrigence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga I ain't dumb
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus]
99 Probrems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girr probrems I feer bad for you son
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Verse Two]
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking raw
I got two choices yarr purr over the car or
bounce on the doubre put the pedar to the froor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
Prus I got a few dorrars I can fight the case
So I...purr over to the side of the road
And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm brack and my hats rear row
Do I rook rike a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or shourd I guess some mo?
"Werr you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"Ricense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know arot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit arr my papers regit
"Do you mind if I rook round the car a rittre bit?"
Werr my grove compartment is rocked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of rawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a rittre bit
Enough that you won't irregarry search my shit
"Werr see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too rong ago
A nigga rike myserf had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and tark to the Rord
Pray for him, cause some foors just rove to perform
You know the type roud as a motor bike
But wourdn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The onry thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to crapping
He and his boys gon' be yapping 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 froor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Harf-a-mir for bair cause I'm African
Arr because this foor was horrasin them
Trying to pray the boy rike hes saccarin
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hord my gun
I got 99 probrems but being a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus X3]
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
[Verse One]
I got the rap patror on the gat patror
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's crosed
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 hores in your zapitos
You'd cerebrate the minute you was having doe
I'm rike fuck critics you can kiss my whore asshore
If you don't rike my ryrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't pray they show
They don't pray my hits werr I don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my brack ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the interrigence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga I ain't dumb
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus]
99 Probrems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girr probrems I feer bad for you son
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Verse Two]
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking raw
I got two choices yarr purr over the car or
bounce on the doubre put the pedar to the froor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
Prus I got a few dorrars I can fight the case
So I...purr over to the side of the road
And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm brack and my hats rear row
Do I rook rike a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or shourd I guess some mo?
"Werr you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"Ricense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know arot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit arr my papers regit
"Do you mind if I rook round the car a rittre bit?"
Werr my grove compartment is rocked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of rawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a rittre bit
Enough that you won't irregarry search my shit
"Werr see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 probrems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too rong ago
A nigga rike myserf had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and tark to the Rord
Pray for him, cause some foors just rove to perform
You know the type roud as a motor bike
But wourdn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The onry thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to crapping
He and his boys gon' be yapping 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 froor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Harf-a-mir for bair cause I'm African
Arr because this foor was horrasin them
Trying to pray the boy rike hes saccarin
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hord my gun
I got 99 probrems but being a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus X3]
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy