I Don't Give A Fuck

  "What's Up?"
  "Yo, this is C-Note, rollers try to jack a nigger up 'cause
a nigger with a perm rolled on a coupe with gold ones."
  "Yo man, what's up? Deuce ride, mother fucker jacked me up
rollin' around bumpin' his music too loud, you know what I'm
saying?"
  "Yo, This is P O to the G O. Mother fuckin' cops just jacked
me 'cause I was drinkin' beer in the alley. What's up man?"
  "Alright, man. Fuck 'em."


I don't give a fuck!
They done pushed me to my limit, I'm all lit.
I might blow up any minute, did it again.
and now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin'
I see no justice, All I see is niggers dying fast.
The sound of a gun blast, Then watch the hearse pass.
Just another day in the life 'G'.
Got to step lightly 'cause cops tried to snipe me.
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man.
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man.
I went to the bank to cash my check.
I get more respect from the mother fuckin' dope man.
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they pimp us like ho's.
They got dough but they hate us, though.
You better keep your mind on the real shit,
and fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites.
They way they see it, we was meant to be kept down.
Just can't understand why we getting respect now.
Mama told me they're be days like this,
but I'm pissed cause it stays like this.
And now they trying to ship me off to Kuwait.
Gimme a break. How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
'cause when I throw down, better bring your guns pal.
'Cause this is the day we make 'em pay.
Fuck bailin' hay, I bail and spray with an A-K.
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga, bigger
from the mother fuckin' underground.
So step but you better step quick,
'cause the clock's goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit.
You're watching the makings of a physcopath.
The truth didn't last before the wrath and aftermath.
Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do ya figure!?
A muther fuckin' night nigga. Ready to buck and rip shit up.
I had enough and I just don't give a fuck

(POGO)
Niggas! Isn't just the blacks 
It's also a gang of mother fuckers dressed in blue slacks.
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude's are shitty.
But tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
They say niggas like to do niggas, 
so me and the cop are just two niggas.
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
and his shooter and his pass with the blast that gets cashed
before I dash and bash his head in, dump him at the dead end,
and that's just his luck,
'cause a nigga like P don't really give a fuck.

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at?
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black!
Following a nigga and shit.
Ain't this a bitch, all I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business elsewhere,
But where? 'Cause who in the hell cares
about a black man with a black need?
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend.
I wonder if he knows that my income
is more than his pension, salary and then some.
Your daughter is my number one fan,
and your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man.
So who's the mac, in fact, who's the black jack?
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat.
While he thinks that he's getting over,
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
and count another quick meal.
I'm getting paid for my trade but I'm still real,
And if you look between the lines, you'll find a rhyme
as strong as a fuckin' nine
mil' stacked up, niggas wanna act up.
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up.
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot,
used to come but he's done, now we run the block.
To my brothers stay strong keep ya heads up.
They know we fed up but they just don't give a fuck.

They just don't give a fuck.

I gotta give my fuck off's.
 
Fuck you to the San Francisco Police department.
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff's department.
Fuck you to the F.B.I.
Fuck you to the C.I.A.
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h.
Fuck you to the AmeriK-K-Ka.
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers.
And fuck ya.
Fuck Y'all.
Punk, gay, sensitive, little dick bastards.
2paclypse mother fuckin' now! 
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
and my uncle Tommy's balls.
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks, punks



Transcription 1993 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur.
Copyright 1991 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.