[Produced by Kanye West]
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov
What's up? You n***as all fed up ‘cause I got a little cheddar
And my record's movin' out the store?
Young f**s spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me
My n***a Big predicted this sh** exactly
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" – gotta move carefully
‘Cause f*ggots hate when you getting money like athletes
Youngins ice-grilling me; oh, you not feeling me?
Fine, it cost you nothing; 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, little mans, I'm just trying do me
If the record's two mil I'm just trying move three
Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
Hopefully they'll ménage before I reach my garage
I don't want much, f**, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Bird-a** n***as, I don't mean to ruffle y'all
I know you waiting in the wing
But I'm doing my thing; where's the love?
[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]
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
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
And then the Fugees gonna break up
Now everyday I wake up, somebody got something to say
What's all the f**ing fussin' for?
Because I'm grubbin' more
And I pack heat like I'm the oven door?
n***as pray and pray on my downfall
But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
Now, I don't wanna have to k** soundboys
Don't wanna have to co*k back the four pound bar
Look, scrapper, I got nephews to look after
I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past ya
I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in '96
That I came to take this sh**, and I did handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunningham, but the only thing running is numbers, fam
Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love?
[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]
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
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Then Richard Pryor gon' and burn up
And Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullsh**
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I'm successful you'll pull this sh**
n***a, I'll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let's end the speculation, I'm talking to all of y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous; that's a female trait
What, you mad ‘cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
Hehehe, and more baggies; why you all aggie?
n***a, respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me sh**; where's the love?
[Hook: Bobby Bland + Jay Z]
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