Points of authority / 99 problems
Linkin Park & Jay -Z Lyrics

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I sympathize with your problems in romantic relationships

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

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
He has both the police and gang members watching him

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
His enemies want to ensure that he dies

Rap critics that say he's "Money, Cash, Hoes"
Critics accuse him of only rapping about money, sex, and power

He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
He grew up in a poor neighborhood; it's obvious that he faces challenges

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
If you grew up poor and had shoes with holes

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
You would be happy as soon as you start making money

So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
He doesn't care about critics' opinions and thinks they don't matter

If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward
If someone doesn't enjoy the music, they can skip it

Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
He has a problem with radio stations that don't play his music

They don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so!
He doesn't care that the radio stations don't play his music since he and his bandmates are successful anyway

All these mags try and use our ass
Magazines use him and his bandmates to sell more copies

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
Advertisers use his fame to sell more products, which he finds frustrating

I don't know what you take us as
He wonders what people really think of him and his bandmates

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
People don't realize how smart he is

From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
He went from being poor to being wealthy and isn't foolish

Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
The events in this verse occur in 1994; he has drugs in his car trunk

In the rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law
He sees the police car behind him

I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (or?) Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor (c'mon!)
He can either pull over, or try to escape by speeding away

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
He doesn't want to get into a high-speed chase with the police; he can afford a good lawyer if he gets arrested

So I, pull over to the side of the road
He decides to pull over and talk to the police

I heard "Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
The police officer asks him why he was pulled over

Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
He's uncertain whether he was pulled over for being young, black, and wearing a hat; he can't read the officer's mind

(Well you was doin' fifty-five in the fifty-four License and registration and step out of the car Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are)
The officer tells him he was going over the speed limit and asks for his ID and if he has any weapons

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
He refuses to get out of the car but gives the cop his identification and registration

(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 gon' need a warrant for that
The officer asks to search the car, but he refuses and says the officer needs a warrant

(Aren't you sharp as a tack! You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or somethin'?)
The officer is impressed with him for knowing his rights

Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
He's not a lawyer, but he understands his legal rights well enough to prevent illegal searches

(Well we'll see how smart you are when the canines come)
The officer threatens to bring in drug-sniffing dogs to check the car

Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho
He's about to tell a story from his past

This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, try an' push me
He's not talking about a female prostitute, but rather someone who is acting recklessly

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
He tries to ignore the person and prays for him, but some people just love to cause trouble

You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
These people are loud but won't actually fight when challenged

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'mma get to clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
The only thing that will happen is he will shoot, and the other person and his friends will complain to the police

And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with their cameras, snappin' them D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
He's been arrested before and is likely to get arrested again; media and law enforcement always target black people

But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I hold my gun
He's serious about using his gun if he needs to

I got 99 problems bein' a bitch ain't one - hit me!
He has many issues, but he's not afraid of being submissive

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you!
He wants people to listen to him when he's speaking

I'm about to break!
He's about to lose his temper

Everything you say to me
He's angry with everyone and everything

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!)
He repeats that he has many problems, but not women

I need a little room to breathe (I got 99 problems)
He needs space and time to himself

And I'm about to, break
He's on the verge of breaking down emotionally