[Featuring Danny Boy] 
Change, shit 
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 motherf***er, 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 motherf***er 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 motherf***er 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 f***ed 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