Fat Joe:   Put the fuckin' mic on   Mic is on   Joe Crack the Don uh   Yeah, Yeah, Y'All   Irv Gotti      Ashanti:   What's love?      Fat Joe:   Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad   It should be about us   Be about trust      Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}   What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}   What's love?   It's about us {It's about us}   It's about trust babe {Be about trust}   What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}   What's love?   It should be about us {It should be about us}   It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}   What's love?      Verse 1: Fat Joe   Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby   Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady   I wanna chick with thick hips   That licks her lips   She can be the office type or like to strip   Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye   But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high   Don't wanna lose the feelin'   Cause the roof is chillin'   It's on fire & you lookin'   Good for the gettin'   I'm rida    Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider   You should see the jewelry on my women   & I'm livin' it up    The squad stay feelin' the truck   With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh   You say you gotta man & your in love   But what's love    Gotta do with a little menage   After the party    Just me & you    Could just slide for a few   & she could come too   That's love!      Chorus      Verse 2: Fat Joe    Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues   You gotta man   But you need to understand   That you got something with you   Ass is fat, frame is little   Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle   Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot   & the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop   You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)   & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed    ta)   Please believe    You leave with me   We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E   You need to trust the god & jump in the car   For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal   What's love?      Chorus      Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti      Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down   Michael Jack style   Hot 7 who the mack now?   Not my fault cause they love the kid   Might be the chain or the whip    I don't know what it is   We just party & bullshit   Come on mommy put your body in motion   You gotta nigga open   You came here with the heart to cheat   So you need to sing the song with me   All my ladies come on      When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me   I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)   Don't want your stacks (Yeah)   Just break my back (Uh)   Gonna cut u no slack (Whoo)   Cause I on it like that (Uh, Come on)   Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) all on me (Put it on ya    Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)         Chorus 2 Times