I Ain't Mad At Cha

[Intro: 2Pac & Danny Boy Steward] Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all Know what I mean? 'Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck Yeah, niggas, 'cause I ain't mad at cha [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now we was once two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller, but you still rolled Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll 'Member when you had a Jheri curl, didn't quite learn On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed Oh, you a Muslim now? No more dope game Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know She got a player for life, and that's no bullshittin' I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd bomb On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that Go toe-to-toe, when it's time to roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead 'Cause I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy Steward & 2Pac] I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha [Verse 2: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind In time, we'd learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up-state I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama, I ain't happy here I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha 'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy Steward & 2Pac] I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha A true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha [Verse 3: 2Pac] Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury See, first you was our nigga, but you made it so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days 'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop? 'Til God return me to my essence 'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha You niggas just don't know, (Ohh) but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy Steward & 2Pac] I ain't mad at cha Ha, I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha You knd Iowain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't mad at cha