Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
Linkin Park Lyrics

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
If you are facing issues with women, I empathize with you

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
There are 99 things that are bothering me, but a woman is not one of them

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
He has police watching him and is carrying a gun

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Enemies that want him dead and buried

Rap critics that say he's "Money, Cash, Hoes"
Critics who accuse him of being obsessed with money, cash, or prostitutes

He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
He is from a disadvantaged neighborhood, it is unreasonable to expect otherwise

If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
If you had poor-quality shoes while growing up

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
You would be happy the moment you had money

So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
Screw the critics, they can go to hell

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Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They have a problem with the radio if their music is not being played

They don't play our hits - we don't give a shit, SO!
If their music isn't popular, they don't care

All these mags try and use our ass
Magazines attempt to exploit them

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
So advertisers can earn more money by placing ads in them

I don't know what you take us as
I am not sure how you perceive us

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
Or comprehend Jay-Z's intelligence

From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
They rose from poverty, but they are not stupid

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
They may have 99 problems, but a woman is not one of them

Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
It is 1994, he has drugs in his car trunk

In the rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
He sees the police in his rearview mirror

I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (or?)
He has two options: pull over or flee

Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor (c'mon!)
Escape as quickly as possible

Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
The police are stopping him because he is young, black, and looks suspicious

(Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
The officer accuses him of speeding minimally

License and registration and step out of the car -
He needs to provide his license and registration and step out of the car

Are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are)
The police officer questions whether he is carrying a weapon

I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
He won't exit his vehicle; all his papers are in order

(Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?)
The officer asks for permission to search his car

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
His glove compartment and trunk are locked

And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
He knows his rights, and the officer requires a warrant to search his vehicle

(Aren't you sharp as a tack! You some type of
The officer compliments his legal knowledge

Lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin?)
The officer assumes he is a lawyer or someone important

Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
He is not a lawyer, but he knows a few things

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
Enough legal knowledge to protect himself from an illegal search

(Well we'll see how smart you are when the canines come)
The officer threatens to bring in dogs to search his car

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
Not too long ago, in the past

A nigga like myself had to strongarm a ho
He had to use force against a woman before

This is not a ho in the sense of havin a pussy
The woman he is referring to is not a prostitute

But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
A foolish person lacking any common sense who tries to provoke him

You know the type, loud as a motorbike
The type of person who is as loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Someone who is not willing to fight when the opportunity arises

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'mma get to clappin and
He will start shooting at them

He and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain
The person he shoots at and their friends will tell the police

And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
He gets arrested again and sent back to jail

Back through the system with the riff-raff again
The cycle of being sent back to jail starts again

Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Drug addicts are struggling again

Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
The paparazzi are taking photos of them

D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
The district attorney is trying to manipulate the situation

Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
He has to pay half a million dollars for bail because he is black

All because this fool was harassin them
The whole situation occurred because of the harassing police officer

Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
The officer is trying to manipulate him

But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
There is nothing sweet or gentle about how he handles his gun

Everything you say to me
Everything that you say to me

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!)
(I may have 99 problems, but a woman isn't one of them)

I need a little room to breathe
I need some space to be able to breathe

(I got 99 problems)
(I have multiple issues to deal with)

And I'm about to, break
He is about to lose his temper

Shut up when I'm talkin to you!
Stop talking while I am speaking to you!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Stop talking!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut uup!
Stop talking right now!

I'm about to break!
He is on the verge of a mental breakdown