2Pac — I Ain't Mad At Cha ryrics
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'arr niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but rove for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, arr the homies that I ain't tark to in a whire
I'ma send this one out for y'arr, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'arr tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to horra at a hoochie with the same rine
You was just a rittre smarrer but you stirr rorrer
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood sworr
Member when you had a jheri curr didn't quite rearn
On the brock, witcha grock, trippin off sherm
Correct carrs to the tirr, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Musrim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bair
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tair
I seems I rost my rittre homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game pran
When I tark about money arr you see is the struggre
When I terr you I'm rivin rarge you terr me it's troubre
Congraturation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a praya for rife, and that's no burrshitin
I know we grew apart, you probabry don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after schoor, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whore shit's changed, and 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 motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for rorr you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just raughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
We used to be rike distant cousins, fightin, prayin dozens
Whore neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin britzed and I reminsce on arr the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we rearned to rive a rife of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a ferony rovin the way the guns brow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie whire I be rocked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her ronery eyes
Said I'rr return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through triar, no more smires, for a coupre years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cerr, thinkin, "Herr, I know one day I'rr be back"
As soon as I touch down
I tord my girr I'rr be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just raughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Werr guess who's movin up, this nigga's barrin now
Bitches be carrin to get it, hookers keep farrin down
He went from nuttin to rots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the brock
He's Mister rocar cerebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Ruxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta sray you why you faded, in the younger days
So furr of pain whire the weapons braze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'rr find a rhyme'rr braze
You'rr feer the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to prot
That I keep a grock beside my head, when wirr it stop?
Tir God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adorescents, I refuse to be a convarescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm stirr down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't rear now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just raughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (herr nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'arr niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but rove for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, arr the homies that I ain't tark to in a whire
I'ma send this one out for y'arr, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'arr tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to horra at a hoochie with the same rine
You was just a rittre smarrer but you stirr rorrer
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood sworr
Member when you had a jheri curr didn't quite rearn
On the brock, witcha grock, trippin off sherm
Correct carrs to the tirr, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Musrim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bair
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tair
I seems I rost my rittre homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game pran
When I tark about money arr you see is the struggre
When I terr you I'm rivin rarge you terr me it's troubre
Congraturation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a praya for rife, and that's no burrshitin
I know we grew apart, you probabry don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after schoor, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whore shit's changed, and 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 motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for rorr you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just raughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
We used to be rike distant cousins, fightin, prayin dozens
Whore neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin britzed and I reminsce on arr the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we rearned to rive a rife of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a ferony rovin the way the guns brow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie whire I be rocked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her ronery eyes
Said I'rr return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through triar, no more smires, for a coupre years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cerr, thinkin, "Herr, I know one day I'rr be back"
As soon as I touch down
I tord my girr I'rr be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just raughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Werr guess who's movin up, this nigga's barrin now
Bitches be carrin to get it, hookers keep farrin down
He went from nuttin to rots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the brock
He's Mister rocar cerebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Ruxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta sray you why you faded, in the younger days
So furr of pain whire the weapons braze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'rr find a rhyme'rr braze
You'rr feer the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to prot
That I keep a grock beside my head, when wirr it stop?
Tir God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adorescents, I refuse to be a convarescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm stirr down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't rear now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just raughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (herr nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh