I Ain't Mad at Cha

Change? Shit, I guess change is good for any of us.
Whatever it takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood.
Shit, I'm with you. I ain't mad at cha, got nothin' but love for you. Do your thing boy.

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talked to in awhile,
I'm a send this out to y'all, know what I mean? 'Cause, I ain't mad at cha.
Heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there,
Kickin' up dust, givin' a mother-fuck.
Yeah, niggas 'cause, I ain't mad at cha.

Now, we was once two niggas of the same kind,
quick to holler at a hoochie with the same line. 
You were just a little smaller but you still rolled.
Got stressed the (?) and hit the 'hood swoll.
remember when you had a jerri curl? Didn't quite learn.
On the block with your Glock, trippin' on sherm.
Collect calls to the tip sayin' how you changed.
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game.
Heard you might be coming 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 wedding 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 mother-fucker with the wrong shit on.
And 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 mother-fucker 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 you.
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead 'cause, I ain't mad at cha.

(Danny Boy)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha

We used to be like distant cousins- fightin', playin' dozens.
whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we was wasn't.
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs.
I'm gettin' blitzed and I'm reminiscing on all the time we shared.
Beside bumpin' n' grindin' wasn't nothin' on our minds.
In time we learned  to live a life of crime.
Rewind us back To a time was much to 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 be locked up state.
I kiss my mama good-bye, wipe the tears from her lonely eyes.
Said, I'll return but I gotta fight the bitch to ride.
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here.
I'm through trials, no more smiles for a couple a years.
They got me goin' mad, I'm knocking brothers on their 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'll be there so prepare to get fucked down.
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at you,
'cause, you is a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha.

(Danny Boy)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha

Well guess who's moving up? This niggas ballin' now.
Bitches be callin' to get it hookers keep fallin' down.
He went from nothin' to live, ten karats to buy.
He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block.
He's mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key.
most hated by enemy, escaping 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 the bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days.
'Cause crime pays and in time 
you'll find a rhyme that'll blaze. You'll feel the fire
from the niggas in my younger days.
So many changed on me, so many try to plot,
that I keep a Glock beside my hand, when will it stop?
'Till god return me to my essence
'cause even as a adolescent, I refuse 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 you.
You niggas just don't know,
but I ain't mad at cha

(Danny Boy)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(Hell no, 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



Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, D. Arnaud.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.