[Intro] If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one [Verse 1] Rap Patrol on my gat patrol, foes gunnin' for my casket closed Critics call me Money, Cash, Hoes – you from the hood? Stupid, what facts are those? Grew up with holes in my zapatos, celebrated the first time I held dough Fuck critics, kiss my whole asshole – skip my bars if you don't like the flow [Verse 2] Beef with radio if I skip their show, they shelf my hits? I don't give a shit, so Rap mags pimp my black ass for ads, chase that cash like it's the only task You don't know who you're talkin' to, don't grasp the weight of Jay Z's view From rags to riches, I ain't dumb – ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one [Chorus] Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Verse 3] Cops roll up, headlights flash, hands up slow, they wanna pat my ass Said "Son, step out the car, we got a tip you're packin' glass" I know my rights, I keep my cool, they search the whip, they find no tools They mad they wasted time on me, I peel off, laughin' at the fools [Verse 4] Haters talk trash behind my back, they pray I fall, they pray I crack But I built my throne from broken glass, every shot they take just makes me last You think you can break this king's stride? I turn your hate into my fuel to ride Ninety-nine problems stackin' high, but a bitch ain't one, I'll never die [Chorus] Ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me! [Outro] (Instrumental Solo)