"Me & Mr. Jones" as written by and Amy Winehouse....
Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick)
And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (ah)
No, you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this
Ruler's one thing, but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you?
'Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew
But I could swear that we were through (we were through)
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do
Mr. Destiny, nine and fourteen
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
Yeah (me and Mr. Jones) (me and Mr. Jones)
It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick)
And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (ah)
No, you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this
Ruler's one thing, but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you?
'Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew
But I could swear that we were through (we were through)
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do
Mr. Destiny, nine and fourteen
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
Yeah (me and Mr. Jones) (me and Mr. Jones)
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Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me
and Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig
You thought I didn't love you when I did
Can't believe you played me out like that
No you aint worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
Can't believe you played yourself out like this
Rulers one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)
What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
I might let you make it up to me
Who's playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you?
Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew
But I could swear that we were through
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do
Mr Destiny 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's Me and Mr JOnes (Me and Mr Jones)
"Ruler's one thing, but come Brixton"
-Slick Rick is "The Ruler", so she's saying it's one thing to make her miss the his concert but she will not miss Nas'. Nas had a concert at Brixton which was in the news because of gunfire.
"Aside from Sammy" (Davis, Jr.) "you're" (Nas is) "my best black Jew." She could've sworn she and Blake were through, but she still wonders 'bout the things he does.
"Mr. Destiny" is Nas, as he's the father of Destiny, his daughter, who was born on 9 (September) and 14 (the 14th), sharing the birthdate with Amy.
I absolutely LOVE this song!! Amy is brilliant. :)