Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna' mean? "Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while He then goes on and identifies who he is speaking to in this song: Tupac is a soldier in the same "struggle" as those he is addressing in this song.he's basically saying "We're all in this together and I have nothing but love for you". In the 2nd line, getting out of the "hood" is seen as the goal or the struggle. Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy" Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood My InterpretationI think in this song Tupac addresses a number of people or entities whilst mostly reflecting on the past and finally resolving himself to "not being mad at" who these people/entities have become. I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at mha (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 cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha) You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?Ĭause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent So many changed on me, so many tried to plot You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better daysĬause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin nowīitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at chaĬause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrivedĭon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blowĪnd even though we seperated, you said that you'd waitĭon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know In time we learned to live a life of crime I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we sharedīesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha) Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backĪnd I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's troubleĬongratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know When I talk about money all you see is the struggle Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail Heard you might be comin home, just got bail On the block, witcha glock, trippin off shermĬollect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn Got stressed in y.a and hit the hood swoll You was just a little smaller but you still rolled Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood