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.
Ecstasy/I Smell Pussy
50 Cent Lyrics
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I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy - Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm balling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me
Y'all niggas get so emotional
You remind me of my bitch
It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand - catch attitudes when I leave her
My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home; she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up but see
It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s
You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed, hun
I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'm a pimp
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motorbikes and grams of fishscale
So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills
Turning young niggas with principles to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex - all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm fuckin with you
I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes
Later on, I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day
Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay
Odb - you know we like it the raw way
Latex; safe sex; no hickeys on the neck
Now you're learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the world's turning
My tongue touch the right spot; I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection
So when niggas make mistakes, I correct 'em and
When niggas get out of line, I check them man
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
The lyrics of 50 Cent's song I Smell Pussy revolves around lust, relationships, and braggadocio. It begins with the artist smelling and calling out various people for what he perceives as their weakness, which he identifies as being "pussy." He then goes on to discuss a turbulent relationship with a woman, where he struggles to commit and is not interested in her attempts to tie him down. Instead, he prioritizes his own success, seeing himself as a "pimp" and treating her like a transaction, which he ultimately controls. The song ends with him bragging about his sexual prowess and skill in bed.
Overall, the lyrics put forward a message of self-centeredness and disregard for others' feelings, with a focus on power and control over both relationships and sexual encounters. Additionally, the language used and the way in which the artist refers to women is derogatory and objectifying, showing a lack of respect and empathy towards other people.
Line by Line Meaning
Son, you smell that? What's that?
Do you smell that? What is that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I think I smell fear. Is it because of you, Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell fear. Is it you, Ja?
I smell pussy - Is that you Black?
I detect fear. Are you afraid, Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
I detect fear. Is it coming from you, Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
You guys are acting afraid or cowardly
I'm balling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
I'm doing great and succeeding, watch me
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me
There's nothing you can do to prevent me from succeeding
Y'all niggas get so emotional
You guys get worked up easily and overreact
You remind me of my bitch
Your behavior reminds me of how my girlfriend acts
Baby you know I like when you climb on top
I enjoy when you take control during sex
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
Your vagina feels tighter than a wrestling headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
I love the way you make our sexual encounters exciting
Take me to ecstasy with out takin' ecstasy
You can give me intense pleasure without the need of drugs
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
I did everything I could to win her over when we first met
Paid all her bills and filled her refrigerator
I financially supported her and helped her with her basic necessities
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
I remember the times when I tried to spend the night but couldn't
But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up
I couldn't climax because her child was still awake and around us
She even crashed the whip, tryin' to switch in the third lane
She crashed the car while trying to change lanes too quickly
That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain
That's when I realized she wasn't very intelligent or smart
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
She's sending letters to her baby's father who is incarcerated
So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills
Regular working guys were not exciting or impressive to her
That bitch got the best sex - all across the globe
She's known for having great sex worldwide
And the bitch head game was out of control
She had exceptional oral sex skills
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
I wonder if you'll miss me when I'm no longer around
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
Or do you simply miss the expensive champagne we drank together?
I'm feeling your shape; I'm feeling your eyes
I appreciate your physical beauty
Later on, I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Later on, I will explore your body further and touch your buttocks and thighs
Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart
You are smart in both academic and street knowledge
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I knew you were my type from the beginning of our relationship
I'm in to tongue kissing; foreplay all day
I enjoy making out and engaging in sexual activities throughout the day
Momma ain't home, so the noise is okay
We can be loud during sex since no one is home
Odb - you know we like it the raw way
Dirty(risky) sex is favored by me & ODB
I'm a pro, baby girl; I spit game to perfection
I'm a pro at seducing women and have perfected my skills
So when niggas make mistakes, I correct 'em and
So when other guys mess up with you, I'll fix the situation
When niggas get out of line, I check them man
I'll put guys back in their place if they overstep their boundaries with you
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, CHRISTOPHER HENDERSON, CHRISTOPHER M HENDERSON, CURTIS JACKSON, ROBERT S KELLY, CHRISTOPHER LLOYD, CASE E WOODARD
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