Текст песни Heart of the City, Jay Z

[Verse 1:]
Listen!
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov.
What's up? You niggas all fed up ‘cause I got a little cheddar
And my record's 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.
Young'ns ice-grillin' me, ohh, you not feelin' 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 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 ménage 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:]
And then the Fugees gonna break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got something 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 every time I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball.
Now I don't wanna have to kill sound, bwo,
Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound, bwo,
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 '96.
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?

[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 in the heart of the city.
Take 'em to church.
My nigga, where's the love?
Ain't no love, in the heart of town.
Fuck!

[Verse 3:]
Then Richard Pryor gon' 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 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,
Ha ha, 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?

[Chorus:]
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.