Change, [bad word] 
 I guess change is good for any of us
 Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] out there, kickin up dust
 [Danny Boy] I ain't...
 Givin a [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] with the wrong [bad word] on
 Now the whole [bad word] #39;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 [bad word] 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)

 [bad word]  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, " [bad word]  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 [bad word] down
 The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
 Cause youse a down [bad word] [bad word]  and I ain't mad at cha

 [bad word]  Danny Boy

 I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
 I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: [bad word] down [bad word] [bad word]  and I ain't mad at cha)

 Verse Three: 2Pac

 Well guess who's movin up, this [bad word] #39;s ballin now
 [bad word] be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
 He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
 Went from a nobody [bad word] 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 [bad word] but you made it, so the choice