Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas', mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Me and yo' daughter, got this thing going on (we got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin' fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
'Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So know this, know that everything's cool
And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry (uh, uh, yeah)
I apologize a trillion times
"Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home girls done got your ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no more 'cause my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy
Cheating to beating, in the year 2G, they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
About This Song
"Ms. Jackson" is a groundbreaking hip-hop apology that tackles the complex emotional aftermath of a failed relationship through the lens of family dynamics and personal accountability. Rather than addressing an ex-girlfriend directly, André 3000 and Big Boi craft a heartfelt plea to the mother of their former partner, acknowledging how their actions have caused pain that ripples through an entire family structure. The song explores themes of maturity, regret, and the often-overlooked collateral damage of romantic breakups, particularly when children are involved and extended families become invested in relationships. Musically, the track features a lush, soulful production with a hypnotic guitar loop and gospel-influenced harmonies that create an atmosphere of genuine remorse rather than typical hip-hop bravado. The vulnerability displayed in the lyrics was revolutionary for its time, showing male rappers willing to admit fault and express genuine emotion without losing their credibility. The song's universal appeal stems from its honest portrayal of how relationships affect entire social networks, not just the two people involved. By addressing the "baby mama drama" phenomenon with empathy rather than hostility, OutKast created a mature perspective on modern relationships that resonated across demographic lines. The track became a massive crossover hit because it transformed a common source of conflict in hip-hop culture into an opportunity for emotional growth and reconciliation.
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