I Don't Give a Fuck

## Song by 2Pac

"**I Don't Give a Fuck**" is a song by 2Pac, released as the fourth track from his debut studio album, *2Pacalypse Now* (1991). It includes backing vocals by Pogo, Rodney and Mickey Cooley, and interpolates The Shirelles' "Mama Said".

In the track-by-track commentary, Shakur said that it was based on personal experience: "Digital Underground got jacked by the San Francisco Police Dept., they put guns to our heads. Right after getting nominated for a Grammy: 'Shut up or we'll blow you away!' Two hours later, I'm in the studio session and this is what came out."

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro: Skit]

What's up?

Yo, this scene, rollers tried to jack a n\*\*\*a 'cause a n\*\*\*a with a pearl rollin' on a Coupé with goldens

Yo, man, what's up?

This riding motherfucker, jack me at rollin' 'round bumping 'cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, this is P-O to the G-O

Motherfuckin' cop just jacked me 'cause I was drinking beer in Mill Valley

What's up, man?

Aight, man, fuck 'em

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

I don't give a fuck

They done pushed me to my limit, I'm all in

I might blow up any minute, did it again

And now I'm in the back on the paddy wagon

While this cop's bragging about the n\*\*\*a he's jackin'

I see no justice, all I see is n\*\*\*as dyin' fast

The sound of a gun blast, then watch the hearse pass

Just another day in the life, G

Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to snipe me

The cabs, they don't wanna stop for a brother, man

But damn near have an accident to pick up another man

I went to the bank to cash my check

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man

The Grammys and American Music shows

They pimp us like hoes, take our dough, but they hate us, though

You better keep your mind on the real shit

And fuck tryin' to get with these crooked-ass hypocrites

The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Just can't understand why we gettin' respect, now

Mama told me there'd be days like this

But I'm pissed 'cause it stays like this

And now they're trying to ship me off to Kuwait?

Give me a break, how much shit can a n\*\*\*a take?

I ain't going nowhere, no how

Bush wanna throw down?

You better bring the gun, pal

'Cause this is the day we make 'em pay

Fuck bailing hay, I better spray with an AK

And even if they shoot me down

There'll be another n\*\*\*a bigger

From the motherfuckin' underground

So step but you better step quick

'Cause the clock's going tick and I'm sick of the bullshit

You're watching the makings of a psychopath

But you sit and laugh before the wrath and aftermath

Who's that behind the trigger?

Who do you think? A motherfuckin' 90's n\*\*\*a

Ready to buck and rip shit up, I had enough

(Yeah) And I just don't give a fuck

[Verse 2: Pogo]

N\*\*\*a, it ain't just the blacks

It's also a gang of motherfuckers dressed in blue slacks

They say n\*\*\*as hang in packs and they attitude is shitty

So, tell me, who's the biggest gang of n\*\*\*as in the city?

They say we n\*\*\*as like to do n\*\*\*as

So me and a cop are just two n\*\*\*as

A street-walkin' n\*\*\*a and a beat-walkin' n\*\*\*a

With a badge, I end his future and his past

With a blast, take his cash before I dash, I bash his head in

Dump him at the dead end and that's just his luck

'Cause a n\*\*\*a like P don't really give a fuck

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Walked in the store, what's everybody staring at?

They act like they never seen a motherfucker wearing black

Following a n\*\*\*a and shit, ain't this a bitch?

All I wanted was some chips

I wanna take my business elsewhere, but where?

'Cause who in the hell cares

About a black man with a black need?

They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend

I wonder if he knows that my income

Is more than his pension, salary and then some

Your daughter is my number one fan

And your trife-ass wife wants a life with a black man

So who's the mack? In fact, who's the blackjack?

Sit back and get fat off the fat cat

While he thinks that he's gettin' over

I bust a move as smooth as Casanova

And count another quick mill'

I'm getting paid for my trade, but I'm still real

And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

As strong as a fuckin' nine

Mail stacked up, n\*\*\*as wanna act up

Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up

But the cops getting dropped by the gunshot

Used to come but he's done, now we run the block

To my brothers, stay strong, keep your heads up

They know we fed up

But they just don't give a fuck

Yeah, they just don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck either, man)

[Outro: 2Pac]

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco Police Department

Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff's Department

Fuck you to the FBI

Fuck you to the CIA

Fuck you to the B-U-S-H

Fuck you to the Ameri-K-K-Ka

Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice motherfuckers

That wanna fuck with me, fuck y'all

Punk gay insensitive little dick bastards

2Pacalypse motherfuckerin' now

Y'all can all kiss my ass and suck my dick

And my Uncle Tommy's balls

Fuck y'all

Punks

## References

1. ↑ Scarano, Ross (November 14, 2016). "Here's Tupac's Song-by-Song Commentary on His Debut, '2Pacalypse Now'". *Complex*.