99 Problems Pearl Jam (Ft. JAY-Z)

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
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
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' 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 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one; hit me

99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one; hit me