Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer Lyrics - Collision Course - Jay-z

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

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

He's gotta 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 zapitos 

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe 

So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole 

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

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show 

They don't play out 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 

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I don't know what you take us as 

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has 

From rags to riches, nigga, 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 

And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw 

In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law 

I got two choices ya'll, pull over the car or 

Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor 

Now, 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?" 

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'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low 

Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know 

Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? 

You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four 

License and registration and step out of the car 

Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are 

Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit 

But do you mind if I look around 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, get me some type of lawyer or some 

Somebody important or somethin'? 

Ha, 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's come 

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 

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 

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 strong arm 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 tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord 

Pray for him 'cause 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'ma get to clappin' 

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 

Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them 

D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again 

Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African 

All because this fool was harrasin' them 

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin 

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

I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one 

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 

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 

Shut up when I'm talking to you 

Shut up, shut up, shut up 

Shut up when I'm talking to you 

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up 

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