(feat. Ashanti, Ja Rule)    [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 jewelery 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 steppin who the mack now?  Not my fault cause they love the kid  Ma 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     [Ashanti (Fat Joe)]  When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me  I want the Thug Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)  Don't want your stacks (Yeah)  Just break my back (Uh)   Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo)  Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)  Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)   on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)    [Chorus 2 Times]