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.
Death To My Enemies
50 Cent Lyrics
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Yeah! Yeah!
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring
I'm the cash cab
They make the hammers ring
They on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip
Six, let it off at your wig
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef
You gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga
When I start gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your heart, so air it out
Make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways
Like you crossin' the street!
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow orders now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec it's a birth defect
I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific nah it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm gifted
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
In "Death To My Enemies," 50 Cent is declaring his dominance over anyone who dares to challenge him. The song starts with a warning to people who want to mess with him, stating that they better be armed and ready to face the consequences of their actions. 50 Cent asserts that he has a network of people who will take care of his enemies and bring money to him. The lyrics are full of aggressive imagery, such as mopping the street with someone's body, putting someone in a bag, and having goons and goblins come out to handle business.
Throughout the song, 50 Cent comes across as someone who has been through a lot and is tired of people testing him. He references his birth defect and being raised in luxury cars, suggesting that he has always been different and has had to work hard to attain his current position. Despite his success, however, he still feels that he has a point to prove and that people should not underestimate him. "Death To My Enemies" is a powerful statement of 50 Cent's confidence and determination to maintain his position as a force to be reckoned with in the entertainment industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'
Addressing Dre and acknowledging the need to let others know they're not to be messed with.
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him
If someone wants to challenge or threaten me, they better be prepared with a weapon.
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
I will violently retaliate and leave the person's dead body on the street.
Well I put your body in a bag
I will kill and dispose of the person's body.
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
Any aggression or disrespect towards me will result in me coming after them.
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I provide financial support to my associates who help me eliminate my enemies.
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
If anyone tries to confront me, my crew of dangerous associates will be called and come after them.
Bushmaster hundred shot drums'll run out
We have heavy, high-capacity guns and ammunition to take down anyone in our way.
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
People are afraid and respectful of me due to my notorious reputation.
Me, I make the register ring
I am a successful, wealthy individual who makes a lot of money.
I'm the cash cab
My money can be used as a tool or reward for those who support me in my endeavors.
They make the hammers ring
My associates will use their guns to create fear and violence towards anyone who opposes us.
They on ya ass now
My associates are actively pursuing and threatening my enemies.
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip
My crew is quick to react and has a volatile temperament.
Six, let it off at your wig
We will shoot and kill our enemies, aiming for their heads.
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
I am still successful and making money, despite any opposition or conflict.
D's know about the beef
Law enforcement is aware of the ongoing conflict between myself and my enemies.
You gon' still get did
Even if someone tries to take me down, I will always come out on top and prevail.
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig
If someone tries to mess with me, they will ultimately pay with their life and burial.
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
If someone gets involved with law enforcement in regards to our conflict, they will not be seen as a victim and will be treated harshly.
I'm like Damien nigga
I am a dangerous and powerful force to be reckoned with.
When I start gettin' loose on ya
When I let loose and reveal my full strength and fury towards my enemies.
Closest thing to lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I am a devilish force that my enemies cannot overcome or trap.
I make it hard to breathe
My presence and influence instills fear and discomfort in those who oppose me.
I come with your heart, so air it out
I will come after my enemies with extreme aggression and ferocity.
Make it hard to eat
My enemies will struggle to live normally or peacefully knowing that they are my targets.
Have you lookin' both ways
My enemies will be constantly alert and on guard for fear of my retaliation.
Like you crossin' the street!
My enemies will feel vulnerable and at risk at any moment, akin to crossing a busy street.
Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Anyone who wrongs or disrespects me will face dire consequences, even those who simply deliver the message.
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
My associates will use deadly, hollow-point bullets to take down my enemies and their allies.
This ain't the 'carter' nigga, this is sparta
I am not just a drug dealer, I am a powerful and ruthless warrior.
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
I would rather die fighting for what I believe in than back down, and others should fear and respect me like they do their own father figure.
Let off a clip or let a case off
We will use our guns to eliminate our enemies without hesitation or regret.
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse
My enemies will flee and run like scared animals when we come after them.
Follow orders now yay' shoot his 'face off'
My associates will follow my commands and will not hesitate to use lethal force to eliminate our enemies.
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
We enjoy and get a thrill out of using our guns to harm and kill others.
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
When others work with me and follow my lead, they will profit financially but also be involved in violent and illegal activities.
I was born with the tec it's a birth defect
My violent and dangerous tendencies are natural and part of who I am, like a genetic birth defect.
I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
I grew up poor and in extreme circumstances, but now I have become incredibly wealthy and drive luxury cars.
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch
When someone starts off with nothing and turns to a life of crime and violence, they can become a monstrous or savage figure.
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
We will shoot and kill our enemies in the rough or dangerous parts of town.
It's horrific nah it's terrific
Some people may see our violence and brutality as terrible or shocking, but to us it is exciting and enjoyable to assert our power and dominance.
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
I have access to and can provide drugs, and others should feel free to use them however they want.
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm gifted
Using drugs can create a heightened, euphoric state, and I see myself as having a natural talent or gift for violence and aggression.
Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
I give my associates orders to go after and attack our enemies, and they will carry out those orders.
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
They will use their guns to shoot and kill our enemies, aiming for vital areas.
Head shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They will aim for the enemy's head to ensure a lethal and quick death.
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
They will rob and steal from our enemies, taking anything valuable or shiny on them.
Now you can watch me, nigga like the police watch me
People will be watching and monitoring my activity closely, including law enforcement and those who oppose me.
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
I am careful and calculated in my actions, and anyone who tries to stop me will be met with deadly force.
That 4-30 spider, carbon fibre
I drive a high-end, fast sports car made of lightweight carbon fiber materials.
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda natural fighter
My associates are highly trained and skilled in combat, much like the terrorist organization Al-Qaeda.
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
My associates will shoot their guns rapidly and continuously, without mercy towards our enemies.
The mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
We will use our powerful guns, such as a mack-10, to kill our enemies, while concealing our identities with masks similar to the horror movie character Michael Myers.
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
Things become unpredictable and dangerous when I am acting aggressively and violently towards my enemies.
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
I am not a forgiving or friendly individual, and will not excuse or overlook any slight or disrespect towards me.
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
If someone tries to mess with me, they will be punished severely by my associates, and will have to explain themselves while being beaten or assaulted.
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
I have an intense desire and drive to make money, and will do whatever it takes to get it, even if it means violence and crime.
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
The last time I felt this intense urge to make money, I made a huge profit and became even more wealthy.
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid
My main focus and goal is to make money and become more successful and powerful, using whatever means necessary to achieve that.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MIKE ELIZONDO, MARK BATSON, CURTIS JACKSON, DAWAUN PARKER, ANDRE YOUNG
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