Jay-Z – 99 Problems

Lyrics

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, niggaz 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!
The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jay
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 what I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a 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"
I ain't steppin out of shit, all my paper's 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 gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You some type of lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child 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 canine comes"
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!
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!
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be yappin 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, scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but and 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!
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!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It's your boy!

Paroles (Traduction)

Si tu as des problèmes de fille, je compatis pour toi, mon fils
J'ai 99 problèmes, mais une salope n'en est pas un
J'ai le Rap Patrol sur la patrouille du flingue
Des ennemis qui veulent s'assurer que mon cercueil est fermé
Des critiques de rap qui disent qu'il est "Argent, Cash, Putes"
Je viens du quartier, imbécile, quels sont ces faits?
Si tu as grandi avec des trous dans tes zapatos
Tu célébrerais le moment où tu as du blé
Je m'en fous des critiques, vous pouvez embrasser tout mon cul
Si vous n'aimez pas mes paroles, vous pouvez avancer rapidement
J'ai des problèmes avec la radio si je ne passe pas leur émission
Ils ne passent pas mes tubes - eh bien je m'en fous, ALORS!
Les magazines de rap essaient d'utiliser mon cul noir
Pour que les annonceurs leur donnent plus d'argent pour les pubs, salauds!
Je ne sais pas ce que vous pensez de moi
Ou si vous comprenez l'intelligence que Jay-Z a
Je viens de la misère à la richesse, les gars, je ne suis pas idiot
J'ai 99 problèmes, mais une salope n'en est pas un - tapez-moi!
99 problèmes mais une salope n'en est pas un
Si tu as des problèmes de fille, je compatis pour toi, mon fils
J'ai 99 problèmes, mais une salope n'en est pas un - tapez-moi!
L'année est quatre-vingt-quatorze, dans mon coffre c'est brut
Dans mon rétroviseur c'est la putain de loi
Deux choix les gars, arrêtez la voiture ou (hmm)
affrontez le Diable, mettez les gaz
Et je ne veux pas voir de course-poursuite sur l'autoroute avec Jay
En plus j'ai quelques dollars, je peux me battre en justice
Donc, je m'arrête sur le côté de la route
J'entends "Fiston, sais-tu pourquoi je t'arrête?"
Parce que je suis jeune et noir et que mon ch

Thématique Police

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Police, Problèmes

Entités normées Barack Obama, Jay-Z