2Pac – Part Time Mutha Lyrics

Part Time Mutha

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"Part Time Mutha." - 2Pac

Friday, 23 October 2026, 10:17 am

Album: 2Pacalypse Now

Track No: 13

She's a part time
A part time
Part time
She's a part time mutha
A part time
A part time
A part time
She's a part time mutha
Meet Cindi
She's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic Tac
Now what's that say about this big epidemic?
This hypocritical world and the people in it
Now speakin' of, in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
Fuck with a smile, single file, she'll bust enough styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
'Cause moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiendin' for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip with my .38
Revenge is a bitch and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mother, I'm touched
When moms come by, **** hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take to shake or break
My part time mutha?
I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a part time mutha
A part time
A part time
She's a part time mutha
I grew up in a home where no one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, every night, she would fight me
Papa was a nasty old man like the rest
He's feelin' on my chest with his hands in my dress
Just another pest and yes, I was nervous
Was this a test? I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen?
She's bound to be bitchin' if she hasn't got a fix in, so
Now I lay me down to sleep, Lord don't let him rape me
If he does my soul to keep, don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate, I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin' how my stepdad raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class and yet I'm missin' periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearin' it
I gotta tell mom before she sees me
I told her how he treated me and she didn't believe me
Callin' me a slut 'cause my butt's kinda big, so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin' to your kids though
I can't believe the way he caught her
Got her believin' him and dissin' her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha
I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a part time mutha
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a part time mutha
I rush to tend her, talked as I touched her
She blushed, the clothes came off and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cock
She's gone and I'm thinkin' that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is? Hell no
'Cause she came back with the kid, and yo
I been payin' ever since
The clothes, the food, the cars and, oh, the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me this in the first place
So, I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream no more
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
And I change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned, I can't take this
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a part time mutha
A part time
A part time
A part time
Now I'm a part time mutha
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a part time
She's a, she's a part time
A part time
A part time
A part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Part time mutha
Part time
Part time, part time
Part time
She's a part time mutha

Writer(s): Deon Evans, Stevie Wonder & 2Pac.

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