99 Problems
100dBs feat. Jay-Z Lyrics


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If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that want to 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 Zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like, "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying 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 stopping you for?"
"'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?"
"Well you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four" (uh huh)
"License and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping 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 goin' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?"
"Somebody important or something?"
Well, 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 K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine 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 ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, 'cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' 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 floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping 'em
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety-nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one





You're crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy

Overall Meaning

The song "99 Problems" by 100dBs feat. Jay-Z is an anthem about the struggles that come with being a successful rapper. Jay-Z, who grew up in the hood, proudly lists all of his problems, but insists that a "bitch" is not one of them. The first verse deals with criticism from his haters, including rap critics who accuse him of being too focused on "Money Cash Hoes." Jay-Z argues that he knows what he's about, and if people don't like it, they can press fast forward. In the second verse, Jay-Z recounts being stopped by the police, a common occurrence for Black men in America. He cleverly outsmarts the officer by citing his legal rights, insisting that the police need a warrant to search his car, which he knows is clean. In the final verse, Jay-Z describes being harassed by an individual who he describes as a "pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me." He avoids a physical altercation, but ends up in jail anyway because of harassment from the police.


Overall, the song is a testament to Jay-Z's wit and intelligence, which have helped him navigate the rap game and avoid legal troubles in spite of his rough upbringing. By proclaiming that he has 99 problems but a "bitch" is not one of them, Jay-Z asserts his masculinity and independence from stereotypes about male-female power dynamics. The song celebrates the struggles of people who grow up in impoverished communities and have to contend with criticism and systemic oppression.


Line by Line Meaning

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I sympathize with you if you are facing issues with women.


I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I have many issues, but dealing with a difficult woman isn't one of them.


I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
I'm careful and watchful of my surroundings because of potential dangers looming.


Foes that want ta make sure my casket's closed
People who oppose me desire nothing but to see me dead.


Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
Critics claim that I only rap about money, cash, and women.


I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
Being from the neighborhood implies nothing, what facts are these critics talking about?


If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
If you had a rough upbringing and couldn't afford new shoes,


You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
you'd be excited at the moment you start earning money.


I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
I don't care about the critics and their opinions.


If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
If my lyrics don't resonate with you, you can skip them.


Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
I have issues with the radio stations that don't play my tracks.


They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
I don't care if my music is not aired on the radio.


Rap mags try and use my black ass
Magazines use my race to gain more profits from advertisers.


So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
Advertisers pay these magazines to use me to sell more magazines, but I don't care about them.


I don't know what you take me as
I am not sure what your perception of me is.


Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
You might not understand how intelligent I am.


I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I have been through tough times but my success shows otherwise.


Hit me
Play the music


Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I have many issues to deal with, but a troublesome woman is not one of them.


Year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In 1994, my car's trunk was used to hold drugs.


In my rear view mirror is the motherfucking law
I see the police car behind me in my rearview mirror.


I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
I have to choose between stopping or trying to outrun the police.


Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
I try to evade the police by accelerating my car.


Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with Jake
I don't want to engage in a police chase because it's not worth it.


Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the case
I have enough money to pay for the lawyer if I get caught.


So I, pull over to the side of the road
I decide to stop the car as I think it's better than trying to outrun the law.


I heard "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
The police officer asks why I am being stopped.


Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
I feel like I'm being stopped for my race and my fashion style.


Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
I have no idea why I am being stopped, am I supposed to read your mind?


Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
I am not sure if I'm being arrested or not, should I guess?


"Well you was doing fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
The police officer accuses me of speeding slightly above the speed limit.


"License and registration and step out of the car
The police officer orders me to show my license, registration, and get out of the car.


"Are you carrying a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
The officer accuses me, a young black man, of carrying a weapon.


I ain't stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
I refuse to step out of my car as my documents are valid.


"Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
The officer requests permission to search my vehicle.


Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the back
I inform the officer that my glove compartment, trunk and back are locked.


And I know my rights so you goin' need a warrant for that
I know that the officer cannot search my car without a warrant.


"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something?
The police officer is impressed by my legal knowledge and questions if I'm a lawyer.


"Somebody important or something?"
The officer thinks that I am someone important because of my sharpness.


Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
I am not a lawyer, but I know how the law works to some extent.


Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
I know enough to stop the officer from illegally searching my belongings.


"Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
The officer threatens to bring in K-9s to search my car.


Now once upon a time not too long ago
In the not-too-distant past,


A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho
I had to use physical force against a disrespectful person.


This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
In this context, the term 'ho' is not referring to a woman's genitalia.


But a pussy having no goddamn sense tryna push me
It refers to the stupidity of some people.


I tried to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
I tried to avoid the situation by praying.


Pray for 'em, cause some fools just love to perform
I prayed for these people because they just want to show off, but I didn't want to engage with them.


You know the type, loud as a motorbike
I'm referring to people who are attention-seekers.


But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
They are not brave and will not start a fight.


The only thing that's goin' happen is I'ma get to clapping and
If they continue to push me, I will lose patience and start fighting back.


He and his boys goin' be yapping to the captain
They will complain to the captain about me.


And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat again
I will be caught in a bad situation again.


Back through the system with the riff-raff again
I will have to go through the criminal justice system again and associate with the wrong crowd.


Fiends on the floor scratching again
People will be using drugs again, leading to addiction and other issues.


Paparazzi's with they cameras, snapping them
Photographers will be taking pictures of me when I'm down again.


D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft again
The District Attorney is trying to take advantage of me again.


Half a mil for bail cause I'm African
I was given a high bail because of my race.


All because this fool was harassing them
This entire situation happened because of a person who was hostile towards me.


Trying to play the boy like he's saccharine
He tried to sweet-talk me like I'm gullible.


But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I'm not someone to be messed with, especially when it comes to firearms.


I got ninety nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me
I have many problems to deal with, but dealing with difficult women isn't one of them.


Having girl problems I feel bad for you son
If you are having issues with women, I sympathize with you.


I got ninety nine problems and a bitch ain't one
I have many issues that I am dealing with, but a troublesome woman is not one of them.


You're crazy for this one, Rick, it's your boy
You are amazing for making this song, Rick, it's me, your friend.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Tracy Lauren Marrow, Norman Landsberg, Felix Pappalardi, Rick Rubin, Leslie Weinstein, John Ventura, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Felix A. Pappalardi, George Jr. Clinton, John Elis Ventura, Shawn Corey Carter, Tracey Lauren Marrow, Weinstein A. Lesli

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