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.
Hole In Ya Back
50 Cent Lyrics
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Niggas be screwing their face up at me
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
Four shooters riding in the
Trucks right behind us
It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
I hustle, get my weight up
Them niggas got to move
Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
I come through
Niggas be screwing their face up at me
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
Four shooters riding in the
Trucks right behind us
It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
I hustle, get my weight up
Them niggas got to move
Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
After they blow trial and that
Ass get sent up niggas in the pens gon hear
This and lose they mind
Come home possessed by the music
And use that nine i was in Sean C crib when
I wrote my first verse
Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere
And let my gat burst
I ain't had no money then
I was in and out of cash
Wearing blue Nike Cortez from VIM's damn
Went to Eddie's for gold teeth
Benny's for the shines
Had on eight ball jackets to
Cover up the nines barrel link chains, rings
Damn fools I rob em for
Like all kind of bling
This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact
Certain kings paint problem child on my back
I come through
Niggas be screwing their face up at me
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
The lyrics to 50 Cent & Whoo Kid's song "Put A Hole In Yo Back" depict a narrative of a street lifestyle and the consequences that come with it. The first verse starts with 50 Cent questioning why people are looking at him with contempt, and he emphasizes his readiness for violence with a shotgun. He asserts his reputation and warns others not to mess with him because he is capable of causing serious harm. The lyrics reflect an aggressive and defensive stance, highlighting the harsh realities of the environment in which 50 Cent grew up.
In the second verse, 50 Cent continues to assert his dominance and resilience in the face of challenges. He describes himself as a product of his environment, shaped by the rough and tough neighborhood he comes from. He speaks of hustling to improve his circumstances, while mentioning the need for weaker individuals to move out of his way. The lyrics also touch on the consequences of criminal activities, alluding to those who find themselves incarcerated and become influenced by the music that led to their downfall.
Overall, "Put A Hole In Yo Back" portrays a world where violence and survival instincts prevail. It showcases the reality of the streets and the mentality one must possess to navigate such an environment.
Line by Line Meaning
I come through
I arrive at a location
Niggas be screwing their face up at me
People show a disapproving expression towards me
I'm like why they looking like that?
I wonder why they are staring at me in that manner
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I am carrying a short-barreled shotgun with a sixteen gauge
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
I will shoot and create a significant wound on your back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
My friend, I am unaware of the rumors you have heard about me
That got you looking like that
But those rumors have led you to look at me this way
But I'll shoot, you know
However, I am willing to use my weapon
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
I am involved in questionable activities, and if you provoke me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
I will shoot you and cause a significant wound on your back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Yes, my friend, what is your response? You are currently
Rocking with the livest
Engaging with the most lively and energetic
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
Laser sights on the firearms, representing the best of New York City
A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
An aspiration for drug dealers, with a red luxury car and shiny rims
Four shooters riding in the
Four armed individuals traveling in
Trucks right behind us
Trucks directly following us
It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
I am not to be blamed, my friend, as the neighborhood influenced my deceptive and dishonest nature
I hustle, get my weight up
I work hard and increase my influence and wealth
Them niggas got to move
Those individuals must leave or take action
Only the strong survive
In this environment, only the resilient and powerful can survive
The weak getting bent up
The vulnerable are being taken advantage of and harmed
After they blow trial and that
Once they face a trial and fail
Ass get sent up niggas in the pens gon hear
Their behinds will be imprisoned, and inmates will learn
This and lose they mind
From this music and become mentally unstable
Come home possessed by the music
Return home influenced and controlled by the music
And use that nine i was in Sean C crib when
And use a 9mm handgun. I was at Sean C's home when
I wrote my first verse
I composed my initial set of lyrics
Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere
I attacked individuals in front of Edgemere
And let my gat burst
And fired my handgun
I ain't had no money then
During that period, I did not possess any money
I was in and out of cash
I experienced fluctuations in my financial situation
Wearing blue Nike Cortez from VIM's damn
Wearing blue Nike Cortez shoes from the VIM's store, goodness
Went to Eddie's for gold teeth
Visited Eddie's establishment to acquire gold teeth
Benny's for the shines
Benny's store for jewelry
Had on eight ball jackets to
Wore eight ball jackets in order to
Cover up the nines barrel link chains, rings
Conceal my firearms' barrels and display my chain and rings
Damn fools I rob em for
Oh, foolish individuals whom I steal from
Like all kind of bling
Various types of flashy jewelry
This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact
This is not a made-up story, my friend, it is the truth
Certain kings paint problem child on my back
Specific influential individuals mark me as a troublesome person
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Gillian Burton
This man sealed the gangster rap era so perfectly, people came after but wernt the same, 50 cent hit like a nuclear bomb such a one of a kind artist brilliant story teller with raw emotion and authenticity only matched by the greats, what a win for hip hop such great music with no compromise whatsoever. Long live Curtis Jackson.
Christiaan Hollander
He was a good teller of the story tony wanted him to say becus he wrote all lyrics 😉👍
John Lomax
Not 1 since..
Vic 98
Chill he's not dead
Anthony Piranio
@Christiaan Hollander damn but he rapped it well but damn is that why 50 cent always shouts out Tony yayo?
danny cabrera
He played this at rolling loud 2021 and shit went crazy 🔥🔥🔥
Brian Cromartie
I bet it did 🔥🔥
LooneyBlade113
50 goated 💯
Tris S
I was there. I went stupid 😂😂
stonedidit
Ooohh nahhhh