I Ain't Mad At Cha

Album: All Eyez On Me, Book 1 (1996)

Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y´all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I am wit cha, I aint mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yea, all the homies that I aint talk to in a while I ama send this one out for y´all, nahmean? Cause I aint mad at cha Heard y´all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust [Danny Boy] I aint... Givin a motherf*cker, heheheheheh Yea, niggaz [Danny Boy] ...mad at cha Cause I aint mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roll Got stretched to Y.A. & hit the hood swoll Member when you had a jheri curl didn´t quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the until, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Want to go to the Mosque, don´t want to chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he has a changed man Hit the pen & now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I am livin large you tell me it is trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, & that is no bullshitin 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 would BOMB on the 1st motherf*cker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit is changed, & we do not even kick it Got a big money scheme, & you aint even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherf*cker bad Go toe to toe when it is time for roll you got a brother´s back And I cannot even trip, cause I am just laughin at cha You tryin hard to main´tain, then go head cause I aint mad at cha (Hmm, I aint mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I aint, mad, at cha (2Pac: I aint mad at cha) I aint, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 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 am gettin blitzed & I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn´t nothin on our mind In time we 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 seperated, you said that you would wait Don´t give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, & wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I will return but I´ve got to fight the fate´s arrived Don´t shed a tear, cause Mama I aint happy here I am through trial, no more smiles, for a couple yeahrs They got me goin´ mad, I am knockin busters on they backs in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I will be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I will be there, so prepare, to get f*cked down The homies want to kick it, but I am just laughin at cha Cause youse a down ass bitch, & I aint mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I aint, mad, at cha (2Pac: I aint mad at cha) I aint, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, & I aint mad at cha)

Verse Three: 2Pac

Well guess who has movin up, this nigga´s ballin now Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He has Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, 1st you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we´ve got to slay you why 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, & in time, you will find a rhyme´ll blaze You will feel the fire from the niggaz 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 a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions, & they ask me if I am still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I aint real now? They got so much to say, but I am just laughin at cha You niggaz just don´t know, but I aint mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy Iiiiiiiii, I aint, mad at cha (2Pac: & I aint mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii aint mad (2Pac: hell nah I aint mad at cha) at cha I aint, mad at cha (2Pac: & I aint mad at cha) I aint, mad at cha (2Pac: I aint mad at cha) I aint, mad at cha, noooo I aint mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhhm