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