You Got Me (Featuring Jill Scott) - Live / 1999

I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
 That shit is taking me back, word 'em up, word 'em up
 Ayo, how many people ready for this joint right here?
 How many people recognize this song?
 This shit right here, this called "You Got Me," you know what I mean?
 It's on our album which is called "Things Fall Apart"
 And we got this shit, know what I mean?
 And on-on the song, Erykah Badu is singing the chorus
 This-this real smoothed out melodic shit, but guess what?
 Tonight, I'ma introduce you to the young lady from Philadelphia that actually wrote that piece
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 Check it out, and-and she's down with The Roots crew
 And she go by the name of Miss Jill Scott
 I want y'all to put y'all hands together
 Say what? Give it up
 Jilly from Philly, word up
 You're not ready
 Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
 I want y'all to sing along with love, you know what I mean?
 And if you don't know that, just open your minds and your ears, and feel this shit
 She keep telling me, telling me
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 Somebody told me that this planet was small
 We used to live in the same building on the same floor
 Never met before until I'm overseas on tour
 And peep this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking classes abroad
 She studying film and photo flash focus record
 Said she workin' on a flick and could my clique do the score
 Said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Mountmartre
 And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
 We knew from the start things fall apart, intentions shatter
 She like, "That shit don't matter," when I get home, get at her
 Through letter, phone, whatever, let's link, let's get together
 Shit, you think not? What, I went home and forgot?
 Time passed, we back in Philly, she up in my spot
 Tellin' me the things I'm tellin' her was makin' her hot
 Started building with her constantly like Jill Scott
 Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me, telling me
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 Ayo, me, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight
 Sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night
 That's when she flip and get on some 'ol "That ain't right
 It seems like I'm on the side and you're in love with your mic
 I know you gotta get that paper, daddy, keep that shit tight
 But I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?
 Now, I was talking with my sister from New York City
 She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
 Psych, I'm playin', boo, you know it's just with you I'm stayin'
 And when brothers is poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin'
 So when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl
 With all my classes, I don't have the time for life's thrills
 So when you steppin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme
 And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind"
 What, I could trust her? Word, like I'm her king for real
 New York, y'all know relationships get ill, and Jill telling me, telling me, yo
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 That snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat
 That's whispering "She tryin' to play you for the fool, Black"
 If something's on your chest then let it be known
 See, I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone
 And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact
 That people bite back and fracture what's intact
 And they'll forever be I ain't on some "Yo, I'm a celebrity"
 I deal with the real, so if it's artificial let it be
 I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds
 Listening to they squads and fuckin' with girlfriends
 That's exactly the point where they whole world ends
 Lies come in, that's where that drama begins, and she like, she like
 If you were worried 'bout where
 I been or who I saw or
 What club I went to with my homies
 Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
 Tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up
 Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
 You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary
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 I know about the stress and strain in this world
 I'm proud to be your woman, not your girl
 Brother, I like all sides of you
 If you ever needed a real love
 I'm here to give it to ya
 Ain't it funny, I got on all my clothes
 And I can still sing, representin', hey, hey
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes
 (Y'all feel that? Y'all feel that?)
 Ooh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 (What's your name, girlfriend? Girlfriend, what's your name?)
 My name is J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
 Jill Scott representin' North Philly, y'all
 J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
 Jill Scott representin' lovely
 Show your love, ladies and gentlemen
 Show your love for Miss Jill Scott, representing Philadelphia, you know what I mean?
 The Roots crew, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, aight?
 Make some noise