[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 looking at you
All of them wishing they could have you
And as a matter of fact, uh
A bunch of them are itchin' for you to scratch 'em
I'm tired of hiding what we feel
I'm trying to come with the real
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)
You're my lady

[Verse 2: D'Angelo]
You're my little baby (Baby)
My darling baby (Baby)
I swear you're the talk of the town
And everybody wants to know what's going 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 (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady
(You're my, you're my)
You're my lady
(Baby, you're my lady)
You're my lady
(Oh, my divine, my divine lady)
You're my lady (Yeah)
I can tell they're looking 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
There's no other lover for you or me
(You're my lady)

[Verse 3: AZ]
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
Firm affiliation, '96

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
I can tell they're looking at us
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
I can tell they're looking at us
You're my lady