[Intro: Jay-Z]

You some type of lawyer or something?

Somebody important or something?

I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

[Verse 1: Trials]

I was mindin' my P's and Q's, thinkin' "What would Jesus do?"

"Better get yourself a lawyer, son!" It's time to leave the room

Excuse me, sittin' in my filth-like jacuzzi

Love it when they buy their records, hate it when you loop it

But that's just the music, I do it to death

I'd do it again and I'd blame the dude that's new in the band

So what the fuck, mang? Runnin' in this house half cut

Filled the bathtub with vomit, Setty kicked him in the arse (What?)

They said get an attorney I said "uh-uh"

Held up in a cell with Setty, I rang Suffa

Bailed me out in a UC Santa Cruz shirt

Neanderthal man, meeting Tarzan, the new jerk

So lock me up when I'm doin' my thing

I got this one for the law, another two for the [?]

Police officer, I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems, bein' rich ain't one, hit me

[Chorus: Trials & Jay-Z]

You better get a lawyer, son

You better get a real good one, what's the deal?

"You some type of lawyer or something?

Somebody important or something?"

Said, uh, better get a lawyer, son

You better get a real good one

"I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit"

[Verse 2: Sesta]

Yeah

The court will come to order and I ain't got solutions

But the judge's daughter, well, that's a prosecution

So, now I go to seclusion

And when I come out what they say? It's either him or Rick Rubin, I gotta

Groom in the back: "When Groomers Attack"

Apocalypse proof bunk has got food, I’ve got snacks

And got booze to relax, stimpaks for the wounds

Looks as if I’ve already gone through the booze

So I gots to get the fuck out

Think I left the Sega back at mum's house

Trying to clock Alex The Kid for about a month now

Every time I come out, police is all around and

"Come out with you hands up, we've got you surrounded"

Nah, but lock me up 'cause there's a chance that I've done it

You might call it stealin' music, it's just samplin', brother

And I still pay in advance till I can play a guitar

Lookin' shifty eyed, LA Noire, I gotta get a fuckin' lawyer

[Chorus: Trials & Jay-Z]

You better get a lawyer, son

You better get a real good one, what's the deal?

"You some type of lawyer or something?

Somebody important or something?"

Said, uh, better get a lawyer, son

You better get a real good one

"I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit"

[Verse 3: Hons]

Man, I've done a lot of dumb shit, 'specially as a young kid

At 18 clean my act, never got busted

Guess it was a Agent 99: time to get smart

'Cause, once you pass that, you get fucked if they press a charge

Better get myself a lawyer

Even sample clearance these days hit the pocket hard like De La Hoya

(Well, son, what's the maximum you've got?)

I've only got this much (Well, what's the maximum you got?)

What the fuck kinda barterin' is that?

Does he want me to pull double shifts to pay part of the track?

I ain't doin' all that, just wanna make rap music

Without a lawsuit ever comin' back to me

But, if it does, you can sue me

I just get acquitted by my peers and Ron Jeremy hung juries

Man, we sick, want the evidence?

[?] check the last 10 years and three albums are precedent