Jackson was born and raised in South Jamaica, a neighborhood in the New York City borough of Queens. His mother Sabrina, a drug dealer, died in a fire when he was 8. Since his father had already abandoned the family, young Curtis was sent to live with his grandparents. Growing up during the crack epidemic of the 80s and 90s, Jackson dealt drugs when he wasn't "killing time" at school or boxing at a local gym. His grandparents assumed he was at after-school programs when he was out selling crack. In tenth grade, Jackson was caught with guns and drug money passing through the metal detectors at Andrew Jackson High School in Queens. In 1994, Jackson was arrested again for selling vials of cocaine to an undercover officer, and three weeks later he was arrested yet-again after police found heroin, crack cocaine, and a starter pistol in his home. Jackson was sentenced to 3 to 9 years in prison, but opted to join a 6 month boot camp program and get his GED. Around this time, Jackson began going by "50 Cent," inspired by deceased Brooklyn stick-up man Kelvin "50 Cent" Martin.
After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he released his debut album Guess Who's Back Again in 2002. He was discovered by Eminem and Dr. Dre and then signed to Interscope Records. He has since released Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003), The Massacre (2006), Curtis (2007) and Before I Self Destruct (2009).
50 Cent has engaged in feuds with other rappers including Jay-Z, Ja Rule, The Game, Cam'ron, Fat Joe, and Rick Ross. He has also pursued an acting career, appearing in the semi-autobiographical film Get Rich or Die Tryin' in 2005, the Iraq War film Home of the Brave in 2006, and Righteous Kill in 2008. 50 Cent is one of the richest hip-hop performers, having a net worth estimated at US $440 million in 2008.
Before 50 Cent ever inked a major deal, he built up a substantial fan base in New York through underground mixtapes. 50 Cent met up with Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC and was signed to his label to write all of Jay’s music. After he’d left JMJ, he signed to Columbia Records in 1996. On this label, he released Power of the Dollar, and the singles How to Rob and Ghetto Qua Ran. Columbia Records released him from the label after being shot on May 24th, 2000.
Around this time, Eminem had heard one of 50 Cent’s demo tapes and expressed a huge interest in him on MTV, as did Dr. Dre. Shortly after this, 50 Cent officially signed to Interscope Records. He was the first rapper to sign to the joint label owned by Dr. Dre and Eminem. The first song he released on this record was entitled Wanksta and was featured on the 8 Mile soundtrack.
In its first week of release, his debut ”Get Rich Or Die Tryin’” sold 872,000 units - easily reaching Gold status. Within the second week it went Platinum (1 mil) and on April 12th, 2004 the RIAA certified it six times Platinum.
In 2005 he followed the success of his album Get Rich or Die Tryin’ with a new release - The Massacre (originally called St. Valentines Day Massacre until the release date was pushed back). The first single released off this, Disco Inferno, was a huge hit - he followed this hit up by the release of Candy Shop and then again with Just a Lil Bit.
In 2003 Interscope Records allowed 50 Cent to have his own label - G-Unit Records. He first signed Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo and Young Buck as the established members of G-Unit Records. In 2004, Dr. Dre and 50 Cent had signed The Game under a joint venture.
Crack A Bottle
50 Cent Lyrics
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The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Okay, let's go
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here's the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like, "Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Driving 'round with a smashed front end
Let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions
Garage looks like Precision Collision
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, do what you want
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker I'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (uh-huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag, some classy shit (haha)
Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move," a bitch move
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
The lyrics of "Crack a Bottle" revolve around the three rappers boasting about their luxurious lifestyles and partying habits. The song starts with an introduction to the notorious villain of the world, Slim Shady, and then moves on to 50 Cent, who takes pride in his partying skills and affluence. Dr. Dre then joins in and talks about his love for LA and the fancy cars he owns. Eminem then steps in and raps about his obscene wealth and extravagant spending habits. The chorus emphasizes the partying aspect and encourages listeners to let go of their inhibitions and have fun.
The lyrics delve into the themes of wealth, fame, rebellion, and pleasure. The rappers glorify their luxury lifestyle and present themselves as the ultimate party starters. They rap about wild parties, multiple sexual partners, and uninhibited indulgences. The song also warns of the consequences of such a lifestyle- addiction, recklessness, and involvement with the law. The song thus hard sells the concept of celebrity and the culture of materialism.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
Attention please, I am about to present something important
The moment you've all been waiting for
This is the main event that you've been looking forward to
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
Introducing our star performer with his specs
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
He is a notorious criminal with a heinous history of such crimes
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
He is considered the most evil person ever
Slim Shady (let's go)
This is the introduction of the artist who performed this song
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Let's start the party with some drinks and dancing
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Be humble and enjoy the moment like you've won the lottery
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Girls are getting into my car excitedly
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
One of them is sitting beside me, and none of them is wearing any clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
Condoms are important, and we need to find them before doing anything
I noticed there's so many of 'em
There are many condoms available
And there's really not that many of us
We don't need that many condoms, as there are not many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Ladies are fond of us, my group is lively and creates a commotion
It's on 'til the break of dawn
The party will continue all night long
And we're starting this party from dusk
We are beginning our celebration when the sun sets
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Returning with great strength and power like Andre the Giant's elephant-like tusks
Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Take care of your scent, or you'll end up like others who failed
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
Someone who was betrayed or embarrassed by their own family member
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
An insult, telling someone to perform a disgusting action
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It is unpleasant for me to observe how the situation appears
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
I need to regain my reputation, and my critics need to be silenced
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Girls desire me when I am hiding or being laid back
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Fighting with bare hands, and a woman received many small injuries from paper
Now picture us it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
The idea of us is absurd, making you swear out of frustration
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
My rhymes are exceptional, causing more intense reactions than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it's picture perfect, works every time
My lyrics are flawless and work well every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
My poetry is easy to understand, like nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
It is clear and obvious that we have arrived and are the main focus
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
We are most likely the people everyone is looking at, and it's accurate
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here's the signal
Aside from that, we have returned more powerful than ever, and here is a sign to indicate it
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
Similar to the Bat-Signal, we have returned to the scene and are making our presence known
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
Announcing the arrival of Dr. Dre, another artist featured in the song
They see that low rider go by they're like, "Oh my"
People are amazed and impressed when they see Dr. Dre's stylish car
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I don't need to know why you are jealous or upset, I'm aware
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I move around in my classic car, like commanding dogs
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me
I am a source of annoyance that they cannot eliminate and are tired of
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
What more can I say? I have affection for Los Angeles
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
Despite all the excitement, it is just a regular day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Today is a continuation of yesterday's events
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
Let's resume where we stopped and get drunk once more
I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
I'll be damned, accidentally crashed my luxury car
Driving 'round with a smashed front end
I'm still driving it despite its damaged front
Let's cash that one in
Let's sell the wrecked car and get a new one
Grab another one from out the stable
Let's get another car from my collection
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
Which car should I pick? The Monte Carlo, El Camino or El Dorado?
The hell if I know
I don't know, it's difficult to decide
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Should I choose a car with leather seats or vinyl seats?
Decisions, decisions
It's tough to make a decision
Garage looks like Precision Collision
My garage appears like a car repair shop
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
It looks like Maaco, and the bass is as intense as in Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
Lower the bass, so the artists won't damage your ears
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
I am excited to present the next artist, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
We are drinking a lot of alcoholic beverages
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
You don't need to worry about money when you're having fun with me
It's what we into, it's simple
This is what we enjoy, it's straightforward
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
We are having an outrageously good time that you can't even imagine
I'm the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King Kong
I have immense power and influence, I am the king
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I conquer and take control of everyone and everything
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
I am so composed and unaffected, even through war-like situations
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, do what you want
Bring in the champagne, smoke weed, do whatever makes you happy
Nigga, on and on 'til the break of what?
We will keep on going, without stopping
Get the paper, man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
Let's make some money, I am succeeding, and I don't care about anything else
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
I spend my money like it has no value
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker I'm grown
Spend it how it's meant to be spent, I am an adult
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (uh-huh)
I show off, I display my style and elegance
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
I acquire whatever I wish to have, so what if I trick people into doing so?
Fat-ass Birkin bag, some classy shit (haha)
A huge and luxurious handbag, a sign of elegance and refinement
Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move," a bitch move
Expensive Jimmy Choo shoes, and I say the word 'move' and girls move
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mark Christopher Batson, Jean Gatson Renard, Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Andre Romell Young, Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B. III Mathers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@YMDgento
How are people forgetting THIS WE MADE YOU AND BEAUTIFUL were the singles for relapse??? That’s PROOF people gave it negative reviews WITHOUT LISTENING TO THE ALBUM!!!
We need music videos for
STAY WIDE AWAKE
ELEVATOR
MY DARLING
DEJA VU
SO MUCH BETTER
CASTLE
KAMIKAZE
GREATEST
DISCOMBOBULATED
and there’s more. Once you release those vids I’ll list more 😊
@horadogame1517
Não se iguale aos outros quando você canta
Você canta com a alma
Sou do Brasil
Ora entender seu som tenho que procurar legendado
Mais quando vejo a letra
Cara pra min você é o melhor de todos os tempos
Me vejo em você
Um pai
Um problemático
Lutando contra o mundo pra vencer e se vencer
Por sua família
Seu som me dá forças mesmo sendo de outro país
Obrigado por ser você mesmo
E por ser tão forte por nós
@YMDgento
How are people forgetting THIS WE MADE YOU AND BEAUTIFUL were the singles for relapse??? That’s PROOF people gave it negative reviews WITHOUT LISTENING TO THE ALBUM!!!
We need music videos for
STAY WIDE AWAKE
ELEVATOR
MY DARLING
DEJA VU
SO MUCH BETTER
CASTLE
KAMIKAZE
GREATEST
DISCOMBOBULATED
and there’s more. Once you release those vids I’ll list more 😊
@Sunkhrist
I can't lie... I can't stand WE Made you lmao 😂
@Bingus01
@@Sunkhrist yeah half of relapse is kinda eh
@jacksoncrafts9979
It depends on how realistic you make that stay wide awake video
@ramzidon5380
I just wanna see greatest mv.. 🔥🔥😎😅
@TimeToChopItUp
De ja vu and my darling are bangers
@bejam__
I love how Eminem's door is the area code for Detroit, dre's is the one for LA and 50's is New York's
@Its_Mr_Mango
Notice how eminems room is basically insanity. Dre's room is all chill. 50 is basically all party just keep that in mind
@EponineRomo
2024 anyone?
@M1DAS_theoppdestroyer
Real