[Chorus]
If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one

[Verse 1]
I've 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, "Forget 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
Suckеrs, I don't know what you take me as
Or understand thе intelligence that Jay Z has
I'm from rags to riches, hon', I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Chorus]
99 problems, but a punk ain't one
If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one
[Verse 2]
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin'
And he and his boys gonna 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
Paparazzi's with they cameras, snappin' em
D.A. try to give a cat shaft again
Half a mil' for bail ‘cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Chorus]
99 problems, but a punk ain't one
If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!
If you're havin' boy problems, I feel bad for you, hon'
I got 99 problems, but a punk ain't one – hit me!

[Outro]
It's your boy