Too many problems, oh why am I here? I need to be me, ′cause you′re all to clear And I can see there′s something wrong with you Oh, what do you expect me to do? At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don′t come to me if you need pity Are you lonely, you got no-one You got your body in suspension That′s a problem, problem, problem The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don′t do what you want and you fade away You work for me, you′re working nine-to-five It′s too much fun of being alive I′m using my feet for my human machine You work for me, living for the screen Are you lonely, all needs catered You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Well, what you gonna do with your problem The problem is you, problem
I ain′t death trip, but I ain′t automatic You work for me, just stay ecstatic Don′t you give me any orders To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you′d solved all your problems But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Oh, what you gonna do with your problem? I′ll leave it up to you, oh problem The problem is you, you got a problem Oh what you gonna do? They know a doctor, gonna take you away Thay take you away and they throw away the key They don′t want you and they don′t want me You got a problem the problem is you Problem, well, what you gonna do? Problem, have you got a problem? Problem, well you got a problem Problem
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for son i got 99 problems and a b***h aint one.
I got the rap contral on gat patrol for folks that want to make sure my caskets closed. rap critics say these money cash h**s are from the hood stupid what type of facts are those if you grew up with h**s with f**k up toes yuo would celebrate the moment you was havin dough im like f**k critics you can kiss my hole a**h**e if you dont like my lyrics you can press fast foward i beef with the radio but i dont play show and they dont play my hits well i dont give a s**t so raps ads try to use my black a** so adevertisments can get more cash for ads fu***s i dont know what you take me as or understanding the intelligence that Jay-Z has i came from rags to riches n****s i aint dumd and i got 99 proglems and a b***h aint one
99 problems but a b***h aint one so if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son i got 99 problems and a b****h aint one
the year is 94 and my trunk is broad and my rear view mirror is to mother f****n large i got two choises pull over the car or bounce on the devil and put the floor [revvv] and i anint tryin to see no hollywood police chase plus i got a few dollors and i can fight the case so i pull over to the side of the road i heard [police] son do you know what im stopping you for.[Jay-Z]cause im young and im black and my hats real low do i look like a mind reader sir i dont know. am i under arrest or should i guessome more [police] well you were doing 55 in the 54 [Jay-Z] uh-huh [police] do you have a drivers licence and reglistalion and step out of the car are you carring a weapon i know alot of you are i anit stepping out of s**t all of my papers a legite.[police]well do you mind if i look around your car a litle bit[Jay-Z]well my glove departments locked so is my trunk in the back and i know my rights and your going to need a warrant for that[police] well arent you sharp as a tack but we will see how sharp you are when the k-9s arrive.[Jay-Z] i got 99 poroblems and a b***h aint one.
[Intro: Nelly] Let′s go, ay This story we about to tell you, is all true The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me Uhh, uhh, true story, but if not
[Nelly] They say money is the root of all evil And I′m really startin to see what it do to people Check it (c′mon) mo′ money, mo′ problems Well e′rybody got problems, but they expect me to solve ′em (hey) And I can barely solve my own Got me lookin at ′em like, "You supposed to be grown?" And I done said this shit in four different tones To they face, e-mails mayne and over the phone I done said that shit calm, I done said that shit loud I done pulled ′em to the side, I done tried to sit ′em down But some just don′t get it Cause they mind only focused on (hey) shit what I got What they ain′t got, and what they can′t get Got me lookin at my albums like "Who wrote this shit?" Believe me man, I hope this get just a tad bit better but I doubt that shit (it′s like hey!)
[Chorus: Nelly] I can hear these people say, "Damn that boy done changed" But they don′t understand the pressures I′m goin through Oh how I wish there was a way, to change places for a day Just so they can see what it′s like to walk a mile in my shoes
[Nelly] Yo, listen C′mon, I love Dave Chappelle But I don′t know too many turn down 50 mil′ See that′s talk for real Besides, you know what I had to go through to get this deal? How many brothers I done seen get killed for 50 bucks and a few of them pills? Y′all don′t feel me (Man please) Damn right I sing all them songs So I can buy my pops a car and my momma a home So she can sit up on the phone with her best friend Joan Talkin like on and on how her baby done grown "How my baby make his own through the microphone And how my baby been my baby since my baby was born" But uhh, I ain′t sayin man it′s all about the money But let′s face it, you can′t make a record for free I′ll be damned if I watch ′em make a mil′ off me And I just sit back and take it, for minimum wage And I done gave ′em e′rything but my D and my A I say hey, that′s what the contract say (contract say) They make it seem like you can′t get away It′s like you owe these niggaz three more days Y′all don′t feel me (hey!)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Nelly] Woo! Uh, uh... Shout out to my nigga Polow Woo! A knocker right here O.G. Uh, uh, uh, yea
Given all that I have in the palm of my hand Possessions cannot fill the need I see before me, it′s up to me I saw a little boy with blisters on his feet I saw a man without legs reaching out for me
I′ve got no problems, no, no, not with you I′ve got no problems, yes, yes, yes, it′s true I′ve got no reason, reason to complain I′ve got no problems, I′ve got no right
Home is where the heart is, hearts with no place to live I watch the suffering, I see the pain before me, it′s up to me I saw a little girl begging on the street I saw a lady crying, tears fall for me
Given all that I have in the palm of my hand There′s still a little boy with blisters on his feet There′s still a lady crying, tears fall for me
By now i should have been somwhere or gone to school, or fixed my hair back down tell it to someone else who gives a shit and needs your help
Cos i found what i needed and i don′t need you to tell me how you feel and if i fall you are not the one that has to cope and deal
All my problems are for me
My god look at his tattoos and those earrings he could never get a good job go home and beat your kids so they don′t turn out as bad as me
Cos i found what i needed and i don′t need you to tell me how you feel and if i fall you are not the one that has to cope and deal
All my problems are for me i don′t need your eyes to see i will be what i will be
Stop coming around cause you bother me stupid mutherfucker pull your head out your ass and see what don′t you get, was i stuttering i don′t need to take your shit get away from me