99 Problems
Tay Watts Lyrics
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I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna 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
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 nigga I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
Hit me
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the double 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
And 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 mo?
"Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"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
"Do you mind if I look round 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 are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won′t illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
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 having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn 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'mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon' 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 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 harrassin' them
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain′t nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain′t one
Hit me
You're crazy for this one Rick
It′s your boy
"99 Problems" by Jay-Z, interpreted by Tay Watts, is a song that tells a story about Jay-Z's experiences as a successful rapper who faces several problems from the critics, law enforcement, and even women. In the song's first verse, he uses a play on words to say that even though he has a lot of problems, women are not one of them. He then talks about his experiences with rap critics who dislike his genre and stereotype him as a rapper who only talks about money, cash, and hoes. He then goes on to say that he doesn't care about critics' opinions since he came from a poor background and worked hard to get to where he is. He ends the verse by saying that he has no issues with the radio, but they will not play his music because he's not a commercial rapper.
In the second verse, Jay-Z switches the flow and talks about an encounter with a police officer. The song's lyrics describe Jay-Z maneuvering through a police chase where he has to weigh his options and make critical decisions quickly. He then describes his conversation with the police officer during the stop and search, where the officer suggests that Jay-Z has a lot of problems because he's black, young, and with low hat brim. In his response, Jay-Z asserts his confidence, saying that he knows his rights and is a smart individual who cannot be intimidated. He ends the verse by saying that he has 99 problems, but being a "bitch" is not one of them.
In the last verse, Jay-Z recounts his experience with a woman he tried to ignore, but she persisted and tried to play him like a fool. He expresses his frustration by using the metaphor of a "pussy having no goddamn sense" to describe the woman's actions. He then says that he tried to talk to God about her but ends up realizing that some people are just fools who love attention. In the end, he asserts his dominance over the situation, saying that he won't hesitate to use his gun should the need arise. He ends the verse by saying that out of his 99 problems, being a "bitch" is not one of them.
Line by Line Meaning
If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I sympathize with you if you’re having problems with women
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
I have a lot of problems, but they are not related to women
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
I have protection from both music critics and people who might want to harm me
Foes that wanna make sure my casket’s closed
People who want to see me dead
Rap critics that say he's 'Money Cash Hoes'
People who criticize my lyrics for promoting materialism and misogyny
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
I’m from a tough neighborhood, so the criticism doesn’t hold up
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
If you grew up poor
You’d celebrate the minute you was having dough
You’d be happy once you started making money
I’m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
I don’t care about music criticism
If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
You can skip past my songs if you don’t like them
Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show
I have a problem with radio stations for not playing my music
They don’t play my hits well I don’t give a shit SO
I don’t care if my music isn’t successful on the radio
Rap mags try and use my black ass
Magazines try to exploit my race for profit
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads... fuckers
Advertisers use my image for their own gain
I don't know what you take me as
I don’t know how you perceive me
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
You don’t understand my intelligence
I’m from rags to riches nigga I ain't dumb
I came from poverty and made it big, I am not stupid
Hit me
Start the song over again
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
It’s 1994 and I have illegal drugs in my car
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I see the police following me
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
I can either stop or try to outrun the police
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Try to escape by speeding away
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
I don’t want to get into a high-speed chase with the police
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
I can afford to hire a lawyer or pay bail if necessary
So I... pull over to the side of the road
I stop the car on the side of the road
And I heard 'Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?'
The police officer asks me why he pulled me over
Cause I’m young and I'm black and my hat's real low
The police officer pulled me over because of racial profiling
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
I don’t know what I did wrong
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
I don’t know if I’m being arrested or not
'Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four'
The police officer thinks I was driving too fast
'License and registration and step out of the car'
The police officer wants me to give him my identification and get out of the car
'Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are'
The police officer thinks I might be armed
I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit
I am not getting out of the car because I have all the correct paperwork
'Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?'
The police officer asks if he can search my car
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
I refuse to let him search the car without a warrant
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
I know that he cannot search my car without probable cause or a warrant
'Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?'
The police officer is surprised by my knowledge of the law
'Or somebody important or something?'
The police officer thinks I might be a celebrity or someone important
Nah I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
I'm not a lawyer, but I know enough about the law to protect myself
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit
I know enough to prevent an unlawful search
'Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come'
The police officer threatens to use drug-sniffing dogs to search the car
Now once upon a time not too long ago
There was a time when I wasn’t rich or famous
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
I had to use force to control a woman
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
This is not a woman in the traditional sense
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
This is someone who is foolish and tries to challenge me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
I tried to stay calm and pray
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
I pray for him because some people like to show off and cause problems
You know the type loud as a motor bike
These people are loud and obnoxious
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
They might talk tough but won’t actually fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clapping
I will resort to violence if necessary
He and his boys gon' be yapping to the captain
He and his friends will tell on me to the police
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
I’ll end up back in trouble with the law
Back through the system with the riff raff again
I'll go through the legal system and deal with criminals again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Drug addicts will be scratching themselves again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
Photographers will take pictures and sell them to the media
D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again
The District Attorney is trying to unfairly prosecute me again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I’m African
My bail is set at a high price because of my race
All because this fool was harrassin' them
All of this trouble was caused by the foolish person attacking me
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
Trying to act sweet and innocent
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I am not a sweet person, I am willing to use violence to protect myself
I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one
I have many problems, but being weak or submissive isn’t one
Hit me
Start the song over again
You're crazy for this one Rick
Rick Rubin, the producer, is being praised for this song
It's your boy
The song is being attributed to Jay-Z
Writer(s): George Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Norman Landsberg, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Leslie Weinstein, William Squier, Tracy Lauren Marrow
Contributed by Anna D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Hopyboby
incredible! found you cuz of the Le Boeuf remix. your voice is perfect for the tropical house style. MORE OF THESE!
@taywattsmusic
+Greenscreen thanks! I like his remix a lot
@Hopyboby
do more rap covers just like this one and have people remix it. your vocals are gold!
@Hopyboby
@@taywattsmusic 7 years later still loving the tune btw. that's what you call a hit
@VishalBlaeze
Bro God bless you and your voice... Hats off bro
@taywattsmusic
+we the belive crew thanks!
@VishalBlaeze
Tay Watts bro you should be the judge at x factor
@freedom13245
Here from Adams video lol
@ashmonkey2572
me 2. it's actually better than thought at first
@OudPlayerHBY
Yep me 2