Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer

[Jay-Z] If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! Got 'em Mike [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money, Cash, Hoes" He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play our hits - we don't give a shit, SO! All these mags try and use our ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers! I don't know what you take us as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! [Hook 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda] 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! [Verse 2: Jay-Z (Mike Shinoda)] Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw In the rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law I got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (or?) Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor (c'mon!) And I ain't tryin 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, I heard (Son do you know why 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 the 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 papers 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?) Ha, 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 canines come) I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! [Hook 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda] x3 [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strongarm a ho This is not a ho 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'mma 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 bein' a bitch ain't one - hit me! [Hook 1: Jay-Z & Mike Shinoda] x2 [Chester Bennington] Shut up when I'm talkin to you! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up when I'm talkin to you! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!! Shut uup!! I'm about to break!! [Hook 2: Chester Bennington (Jay-Z)] Everything you say to me (I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!) I need a little room to breathe (I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!) Everything you say to me (I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!) I need a little room to breathe (I got 99 problems) And I'm about to... Break