[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady

[Verse 1: D'Angelo]
Don't think I don't see them lookin' at ya
All of 'em wishin' they could have ya
And as a matter of fact, uh
A bunch of them, itchin' for you to scratch them
I'm tired of hidin' what we feel, uh
I'm tryin' to come with the real, huh
And I'm gonna make it known
'Cause I want them to know...

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady
(You're my lady, yeah, yeah)
You're my lady
(You're... oh oh, my baby, baby)
You're my lady
(My divine, my divine lady, baby)
You're my lady

[Verse 2: D'Angelo]
You're my little baby (Baby)
My darlin' baby (Baby)
I swear you're the talk of the town
And everybody wants to know what's goin' down
Babe, I know they've seen us before
Maybe at the liquor store (Maybe at the liquor store)
Or maybe at the health food stand (Yeah)
They don't know that I'm your man (Yeahhhh! Yeah...)
[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady
(You're my, you're my, oooh...)
You're my lady
(Baby, you're my lady)
You're my lady
(Oh, my divine, my divine, yeah...)
You're my lady (Yeah... oh, hey)
I can tell they're lookin' at us
You're my lady

[Bridge: D'Angelo]
I pick you up every day from your job
(You're my lady)
And every guy in the parking lot
Wants to rob me of my girl
(You're my lady)
And my heart and soul
And everybody wants to treat me so cold
(You're my lady)
But I know I love you and you love me (Yeah)
There's no other lover for you or me
(You're my lady)

[Verse 3: AZ]
Yeah, yeah...
Yo, though I only page you occasional, I'm raisin' you
Other than those invadin' you, pushin' up, persuadin' you
With conversations that consist of solicitation, false information
See, I deal with sophistication; shrimp and lobster style
You see me dressed up proper in crocodiles, it's crocker wild
I leave alone, unofficials — it's not your style
My inner vision is this plush life livin'
Me escapin' this inner city prison rapin' our women
It's causin' havoc, breakin' bonds that birth marriage
This earth was once lavish, now it's cursed, left for a savage
Mind detect mind, respect mine
Let's connect — projects, Lex, wet sex and wine all the time
The Firm staff on the climb
Nas, the trio — D'Angelo, AZ and Primo
You know how we go (We go...)
Firm affiliation, '96 ('96...)
[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady (Little baby, whoaaa, yeah...)
You're my lady (You're, you're, you're my lady)
You're my lady
You're my lady
I can tell they're lookin' at us
You're my lady (Us... us... whoaaaa!)
You're my lady (Oh yeah, oh yeah...)
You're my lady (Oh yeah...)
You're my lady (Oh yeah...)
I can tell they're lookin' at us
You're my lady