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2Pac – I Ain’t Mad at Cha ft Danny Boy Steward


American legendary rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur join hands with Danny Boy to create this song titled “I Ain’t Mad at Cha”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 13 on his top charting album project called “All Eyez On Me” was officially released on 13 February 1996.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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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 wit ‘cha

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’mma send this one out for y’all, know what I mean?

Cause I ain’t mad at ‘cha

Heard y’all tearin’ up shit out there, kickin’ up dust

Givin’ a motherfuck

Yeah, niggas

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 swoll

‘member when you had a Jheri Curl didn’t quite learn

On the block, wit’cha Glock, trippin’ off sherm

Collect calls to the crib, sayin’ how you’ve changed

Oh you’s 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

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 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 to 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 ahead

Cause I ain’t mad at ‘cha

(Hmm, I ain’t mad at ‘cha)


[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

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’ ‘n grindin’ wasn’t nothin’ on our mind

In time we’d 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’ll be locked up state

I kiss my momma, 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 momma I ain’t happy here

I blew 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


[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

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 nothing to lots, ten carats to rock

Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block

He’s Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin’ ki’s

Most hated by enemies, 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 an 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


[Danny Boy (2Pac):]

I ain’t – mad – at ‘cha

(I ain’t mad at ‘cha)

I ain’t – mad – at ‘cha

(Hell nah I ain’t mad 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

I ain’t – mad – at ‘cha