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.
Dont Push Me
50 Cent Lyrics
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I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading cause I know where I've been
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
Come through your strip fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
Haters hate that I'm winning
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
'Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
To young to understand the consequences of a man
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny
20 years of watching my mama's tears got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels gonna call my number under
My chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder so I'm bolder
Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
What you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies
Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til the shoot 'em up bang
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'mma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts
A whole other side I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jello cause
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
The song "Don't Push Me" by 50 Cent feat. L. Banks & Eminem is a powerful and aggressive track that touches upon themes of struggle, confrontation, and the desire to succeed. The lyrics detail the struggles that the artists have faced throughout their lives, referencing everything from gun violence to envy to the loss of loved ones. The opening lines of the chorus "I need you to pray for me" sets the tone for the rest of the song, highlighting the artists' vulnerability and humanity amidst their tough exterior.
Throughout the verses, each rapper delivers their own perspective on the topic at hand. 50 Cent brings his trademark suave and confident delivery, boasting about his luxury car and scoffing at his haters. Meanwhile, Lloyd Banks delivers a more introspective verse, referencing the loss of a friend and his fear of being buried. Finally, Eminem delivers a ferocious and enraged verse, calling out his critics and showing off his aggressive flow.
Overall, the song is a classic example of 2000s-era gangsta rap, with its heavy beats, hard-hitting chorus, and aggressive lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
I need you to pray for me and
I'm asking for your spiritual support
I need you to care for me and
I'm asking for your emotional support
I need you to want me to win
I'm asking for your moral support
I need to know where I'm heading cause I know where I've been
I need to have a clear direction in life
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
My style of music is powerful and unique
Come through your strip fronting, stunting
I'm showing off my wealth and success in your territory
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinners
I have material possessions that you desire
Haters hate that I'm winning
My success angers my detractors
Man, I've been hot from the beginning
I've been successful from the start of my career
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
People are jealous of my success, but they need to manage their emotions
Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
I have a bad temper that may lead to criminal charges
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it popping
I'm willing to use violence if provoked
Once I squeeze the first shot you know I ain't stopping
If I start shooting, I won't stop until the magazine is empty
'Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
I'm relentless in my pursuit of victory
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
I'm not someone to mess with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
My bullets will cause serious injuries and I'll remain calm after the shooting
What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
I'm challenging my enemies to a violent confrontation and they'll need medical attention
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I'm emotionally unstable and easily provoked
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
I'm willing to use lethal force if necessary
Fill your ass up with lead,so don't push me
I'll shoot you until you're dead, don't provoke me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
I lost someone close to me, but I didn't show my emotions
To young to understand the consequences of a man
I was too young to understand the responsibilities of adulthood
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I've been living a fake life and I need to earn money to support myself
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
I refuse to be poor and unsuccessful
Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny
I need to be cautious around my associates because they might betray me
20 years of watching my mama's tears got my heated, heavily weeded
I'm angry because I've seen my mother cry for 20 years and I use marijuana to cope with my emotions
Smoking that bong cause I need it
I use marijuana to relieve my stress and emotional pain
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
My associates don't want me to succeed, they want me dead
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
I'll be buried in the ground after being shot
Laying with bugs under my shirt
My dead body will decompose and insects will eat my flesh
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
I have the goal of owning a Hummer vehicle
Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
I like to show off my wealth and success and contemplate my future
When them angels gonna call my number under
I wonder when I will die and face the judgment of God
My chest is a heart of a lion
I'm brave and fearless like a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying
I tell the truth and I'm constantly evading law enforcement
With my iron, high as a giant
I carry a firearm and feel powerful
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
I'm running while carrying something valuable
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
I'll inflict more damage than just a concussion, and the matter is not open to debate
My blood is colder so I'm bolder
I'm more ruthless and fearless because I'm accustomed to violence
Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder
I drink cognac and soda and I represent my neighborhood
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier
I see myself as a warrior and fighter
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
My music reflects my personal experiences, hard work, and emotions
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
I write songs about what I've witnessed and heard
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
I have to present myself on TV a certain way to maintain my success
What you hear on CD, what appears easy
My music sounds simple, but it takes hard work and talent to create
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
Young fans see me on magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies
I wear casual clothing and young people fantasize about my lifestyle
Fronting like it's all fun and games 'til the shoot 'em up bang
People think my lifestyle is easy and glamorous until violence erupts
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
You'll see the result of violence and realize it's not a game
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
We still pray for guidance and protection despite our violent lifestyle
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
I used aggression to become successful, but I'm not playing games anymore
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I won't keep apologizing for my past aggressive behavior
I'mma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers
I'll start attacking my enemies verbally
There's no way I'm back down like a god damn coward
I won't retreat like a coward
I can't, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
I can't show weakness and submit to my enemies
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
I won't stay passive like a sick cow waiting to be slaughtered if someone attacks me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
I'll retaliate and defend myself
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
I won't back down or show any fear or weakness
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I'll demonstrate my aggressive, competitive, and fearless side
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
I try to make meaningful music, but critics don't appreciate it
So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts
I'll target my music towards older fans who appreciate real art
A whole other side I wanted to not show you
There's a darker, more aggressive side of me that I haven't shown yet
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Don't underestimate me or think I'm soft
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jello cause
I'm not a weak, cowardly, or soft person
Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
I represent Shady/Aftermath and G-Unit, two successful record labels
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
We're huge and powerful in the rap industry and we'll continue to dominate
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO
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