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'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
 Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

 Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
 I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
 Cause I ain't mad at cha
 Heard y'all 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 holla at a hoochie with the same line
 You was just a little smaller but you still roller
 Got stretched to Y.A. and 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 till, sayin how ya changed
 Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
 Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
 Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
 I 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
 Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
 She got a playa for life, and that's 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'd BOMB
 on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
 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
 Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
 Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
 And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin 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 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 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'd wait
 Don't give nobody no coochie 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'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
 They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they 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 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

 Well guess who's 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's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
 Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
 See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
 Now we gotta 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, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
 You'll 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, 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 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: hell 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