[Verse 1]:
Uh, uh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got a problem wit’ Hov
What’s up? Y’all niggas all fed up ’cause I got a little cheddar
And my records’ movin’ out the store
Young fucks spittin’ at me, young rappers gettin’ at me
My nigga BIG predicted this shit exactly
Mo’ money, mo problems, gotta move carefully
‘Cause faggots hate when you gettin’ money like athletes
Youngins ice-grillin’ me, oh, 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, little mans, I’m just tryin’-a do me
If the record’s two mill’, I’m just tryin’ to move three
Get a couple 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 draws
Bird-ass niggas, 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?

[Chorus]:
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)

[Verse 2]:
Now 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?
Niggas 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 soundball
Don’t wanna have to cock back the four-pound ball
Look scrapper, I got nephews to look after
I’m not look at you dudes, I’m lookin’ past ya
I thought I told you cats that I’m not a rapper
Can I live? I told you in ’96 that I came to take this shit and I did
Handled my biz, I scrambled like Randall wit’ his
Cunningham, but the only thing runnin’ is numbers, fam
Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where’s the love?

[Chorus]:
Ain’t no love in the heart of the city
(Niggas, 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

[Verse 3]:
Fuck, now Richard Pryor gon’ burn up
And Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew my before records, never disrespected me
Now that I’m successful, you pull this shit
Nigga, I’ll step on ya porch, step to ya boss
Let’s end the speculation, I’m talkin’ 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
Haha, 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?

[Chorus]:
Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm
(Where’s the love?)
Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm
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