I Ain't Mad at Cha
2Pac Lyrics


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Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' 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, kna' mean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggas (mad at cha)
'Cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
'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
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa 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 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 that
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)

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 wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and 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 separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate
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 you's a down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (a true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats 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 while 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 niggas 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 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 cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha (I)

I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (I ain't mad at cha)




I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

Overall Meaning

In the song "I Ain't Mad At Cha," 2Pac (Tupac Shakur) expresses his willingness to let go of the past and move on. He understands that change is sometimes necessary for growth, and he encourages his old friends to pursue their dreams even if it means leaving their neighborhood. He reminisces about the ups and downs of their friendship, acknowledges the mistakes they made, and celebrates the moments they shared. Tupac's verse paints a picture of two boys who grew up together, got involved in the drug game, and went their separate ways after one of them went to prison. Even though they have different lives now, 2Pac still has love for his friend and appreciates the bond they had.


Tupac's message is one of peace, understanding, and acceptance. He recognizes that his old friend has changed, but that doesn't mean he's angry or resentful. On the contrary, he respects his friend's decision to be a better person and wishes him nothing but success. The overall tone of the song is bittersweet, as 2Pac acknowledges the passage of time and the loss of innocence, but also looks forward to a brighter future.


Line by Line Meaning

Change, shit
Change, can be difficult and uncomfortable


I guess change is good for any of us
I suppose change can be beneficial for all of us


Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Whatever it takes for any of you to escape the struggles of the neighborhood


Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad at cha
Well, I'm with you, I don't hold any grudges against you


Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
I have nothing but love for you, go ahead and pursue your dreams, my friend


Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
Yes, this goes out to all my friends I haven't spoken to in a long time


I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean?
I dedicate this song to all of you, you know what I'm sayin'?


'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Because I hold no resentment against any of you


Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
I heard you guys are causing mayhem, stirring up trouble


Givin' a motherfuck
Not giving a damn about the consequences


Yeah, niggas (mad at cha)
Yeah, other people are mad at you


'Cause I ain't mad at cha
But I don't hold any anger towards you


Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
We used to be two individuals who shared a lot in common


Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
We were both quick to approach women with the same smooth talk


You was just a little smaller but you still rolled
You were younger and smaller, but you still hung around with us


Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swole
You got sent to Youth Authority and returned to the neighborhood tougher


'Member when you had a Jheri Curl, didn't quite learn
Remember when you had that Jheri Curl hairstyle, but you hadn't yet learned important lessons


On the block, witcha Glock, trippin' off sherm
You used to hang out on the streets with your gun, getting high on PCP


Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
You would make phone calls from prison, talking about how you've changed


Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Oh, you've converted to Islam and left behind the drug dealing lifestyle


Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
I heard you might be getting released from jail, just posted bail


Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
You want to attend the Mosque, not pursue women


I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
It seems like I lost my close friend, he's a completely different person now


Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
You went to prison and now your game plan is to avoid committing any sins


When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle
When I talk about wealth, all you perceive is the hardship I faced to achieve it


When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
When I inform you that I am successful, you warn me that it will lead to problems


Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
Congratulations on your wedding, I hope your wife understands


She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
She has a loyal partner for life, and I'm not just saying that


I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I know we've drifted apart, you probably don't recall


I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
I used to have a strong desire for your sister, but I never pursued a sexual relationship with her


And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
I can envision us after school, wreaking havoc and causing trouble


On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Targeting the first person who was dressed inappropriately or acting disrespectfully


Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Now everything has completely changed, and we don't even hang out together anymore


Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
I have a lucrative plan to make money, but you're not involved or interested


Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Hmm, I always knew deep down that you were the same person who


Go toe-to-toe when it's time for roll, you got a brother's back
Would stand up and fight alongside me when it's necessary, you have my support


And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
And I can't even be upset, because I find it amusing


You tryin' hard to maintain, then go 'head
You're making a strong effort to keep going, then go ahead


'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Because I don't hold any anger towards you


(Hmm) (I ain't mad at cha)
(Hmm) (I don't hold any anger towards you)


I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I am not angry at you


I ain't, mad, at cha
I am not angry at you


We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
We used to be like distant relatives, engaging in playful fights and exchanging insults


Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't
The entire neighborhood was aware that we had a close friendship


Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
People used to see us hanging out on the roof or hiding behind the stairs


I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
I'm getting intoxicated and reflecting on all the moments we had together


Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
Aside from engaging in physical intimacy, we didn't have any other concerns


In time we learned to live a life of crime
Over time, we became accustomed to a life filled with illegal activities


Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
Take us back to a time when we were too young to fully understand


I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
I ended up with a criminal record because I enjoyed the thrill of gun violence


And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Even though we went our separate ways, you promised that you would wait for me


Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked upstate
Don't engage in sexual relationships with anyone while I am incarcerated


I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
I said goodbye to my mother, comforting her and wiping away her tears of loneliness


Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
I assured her that I will come back, but first, I have to face the consequences of my actions


Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
Don't cry, mother, because I'm not content in this place


I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
I'm going through the legal process, no more happiness for a few years


They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
They have driven me to insanity, retaliating against my enemies


In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
In my prison cell, thinking to myself, "Damn, I know one day I'll return here"


As soon as I touch down
Once I am released from prison


I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
I assured my girlfriend that I will be with her, so get ready for some intimate moments


The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
My friends want to hang out, but I find it amusing


'Cause you's a down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Because you're a loyal and supportive woman, and I don't hold any anger towards you


Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Well, guess who's succeeding? I am now wealthy and successful


Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
Women are calling me for sexual encounters, prostitutes are constantly available


He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock
He went from being poor to having a lot of wealth, wearing a ten-carat diamond


Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He went from being an insignificant person to becoming the most prominent figure in the neighborhood


He's Mister Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
He has become a well-known local celebrity, addicted to selling drugs


Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
He is the most despised by his adversaries, enjoying a life of luxury


See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
At first, you were one of us, but now that you've become successful, the decision is made


Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
Now we have to kill you while you're vulnerable and caught up in your past


So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Feeling so much pain as the guns fire


Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it, to the better days
Getting intoxicated on drugs, hoping we survive long enough to reach better times


'Cause crime pays, and in time
Because engaging in illegal activities brings financial gain, and eventually


You'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll discover that my lyrics will ignite a fire


You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
You'll experience the intensity of the passion and aggression I had in my youth


So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
So many people turned against me, so many attempted to scheme against me


That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
To the point that I keep a gun next to my head, wondering when all of this will end?


'Til God return me to my essence
Only when God takes me back to my true self


'Cause even as a adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent
Because even as a young person, I refuse to be weak and helpless


So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I face so many inquiries, people asking if I am still loyal and committed


I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
Because I've risen out of the impoverished neighborhood, am I no longer authentic?


They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
They have so much to say about me, but I find it amusing


You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha (I)
You guys simply don't understand, but I hold no anger towards you (I)


I ain't, mad, at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I am not angry at you


I ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I'm not mad (hell no, I'm not angry with you) at you


I ain't, mad, at cha (and I ain't mad at cha)
I am not angry at you


I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha)
I am not angry at you


I ain't, mad, at cha, no
I am not angry at you, no


I ain't mad at cha
I am not angry at you




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Delmar Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlene Jordan

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@acenturyofblackmusic1655

Father forgive us for livin' while all my homies stuck in prison
Barely breathin' believin' that the world is a prism
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose givin' bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home
The dead peers I shed tattooed tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest
Findin' peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms
Life full of rain in this game watch for lead thorns
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show us sign, make us all believe.



@lejatoproductions520

I never told you that I love you.
I was angry about all the pain that you put this family through.
Now that you are no longer here,
I want you near.
I wish I could see you one last time.
The heavy burden of regret weighs on my mind.
What if we would have reconciled?
I would do anything to make you proud, and to see you smile.
Looking back on my childhood,
you weren't near the perfect parent.
But you tried so hard to be the best father you could be.
I pray that God would have mercy over your soul.
May He embrace you with open arms and love.
We never had much of a father and son relationship,
hopefully, we can have that in the heavens above.
I am tired of crying so many tears because I miss you.
I wish you were here.



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@acenturyofblackmusic1655

Father forgive us for livin' while all my homies stuck in prison
Barely breathin' believin' that the world is a prism
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose givin' bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home
The dead peers I shed tattooed tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest
Findin' peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms
Life full of rain in this game watch for lead thorns
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show us sign, make us all believe.

@ULIEINTOME

One if his best versus of all in my opinion... we need him right now RIP TUPAC SHAKUR

@haymaola9588

ULIEINTOME deffo🙏🏽

@johnlaborieux4573

Powerful lyric 💯💯

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The best part of the song

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