I Ain't Mad at Cha (Video Version)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Now we was once two brothas of the same kind

Quick to approach a ghetto cutie with the same line

You was just a little smaller but you still roll

Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

'Member when you had a Jheri curl never quite learn

Drinking 90 proof on the roof trippin' off sherm

Collect calls to the telly, sayin' how ya changed

Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope games

I just got the phone call, heard you got bail

Wanna go to the mosque, no time for females

I’m losing touch with my homie he’s a changed man

He hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I say I’m living large, all you see is the struggle

When I say I’m still thugging, all you see is the trouble

Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know

She got a playa for life, and everybody miss ya

I know we grew apart, you probably don’t remember

I used to fiend for your sister, but never did get with her

And I can see us after school, we’d bomb

On the first playa hatas with the wrong set on

Now the whole things changed, ‘cause we don’t even kick it

Got a big money scheme, and you ain’t even with it

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same young brotha that

When it’s time for war go toe to toe we’ll watch a brotha’s back

I can’t even lie, 'cause I ain't laughin' at cha

You tryin' hard to maintain, but go ahead

'Cause I ain’t mad at cha

(Hmm, I ain’t mad at cha)

[Hook: Danny Boy]

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 learned to live a life of crime

Rewind me back, to a place was much too young to know

I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you told me you’d wait

Don’t give nobody my lovin' while I 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' max, I’m knockin' busters on they backs

In my cell, thinkin', “Hell, I know one day I’ll be back”

But as soon as I touch down

I told my girl I’ll be there, so prepare, to get loved down

My homies wanna kick it, but I’m just laughin' at cha

Y'all play too many games, but I ain’t mad at cha

[Hook: Danny Boy]

I ain't, mad, at cha

I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Father forgive us for livin' while all my homies stuck in prison

Barely breathin' believin' that the world is a prison

It's like a ghetto we can never leave

A broken rose givin' bloom through the cracks of the concrete

So many other things for us to see

Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery

To all my homies never made it home

The dead peers I shed tattooed tears for, when I'm alone

Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest

Findin' peace through this land of stress

In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms

Life full of rain in this game watch for lead thorns

Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next

In this world full of countless threats

I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe

Show us sign, make us all believe

'Cause I ain't mad at cha

[Hook: Danny Boy]

I ain'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

I ain't, mad, at cha