[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov´
Whassup y´all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar
and my records movin out the sto´?
Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
“Mo´ Money, Mo´ Problems” – gotta move carefully
Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes
Yung´uns ice-grillin me, ohh – you not feelin me?
Fine; it cost you nothin – pay me no mind
Look, I´m on my grind cousin, ain´t got time for frontin
Sensitive thugs, y´all all need hugs
Damn though mans I´m just tryin do me
If the record´s two mill´ I´m just tryin move three
Get a couple of chicks, get ´em to try to do E
Hopefully they´ll menage before I reach my garage
I don´t want much, fuck I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Bird-ass niggaz I don´t mean to ruffle y´all
I know you waitin in the wing but I´m doin my thing
Where´s the love?

“Ain´t no love, in the heart of the city…”
I said where´s the love?
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”
Yeah..

And then the Fugees gon´ break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got somethin to say
What´s all the fuckin fussin for? Because I´m grubbin more
and I pack heat like I´m the oven door?
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
Now I don´t wanna have to kill sound(?)
Don´t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I´m not lookin at you dudes, I´m lookin past ya
I thought I told you characters I´m not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunningham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam
Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where´s the love?

“Ain´t no love, in the heart of the city…”
Niggaz, where´s the love?
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”
Holla at me!!
“Ain´t no love” (take ´em to church) “in the heart of the city…”
Uh, uh, uh – my nigga where´s the love?
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”
Fuck

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I´m successful you´ll pull this shit
Nigga I´ll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let´s end the speculation, I´m talkin to alla y´all
Males shouldn´t be jealous that´s a female trait
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y´all don´t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don´t make me shit – where´s the love?

Where´s the love?

“Ain´t no love, in the heart of the city…”
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of the city…”
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of the city…”
“Ain´t no love, in the heart of town…”

“Ain´t no love…”