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.
Hustler
50 Cent Lyrics
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My old school candy painted
I hustle hard
When I come through they like "oh my God that nigga clean"
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it, I'm a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?"
Seats in the old school Louis
Shoes and the belt buckle Louis
We don't need more details now do we?
Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion
You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood
Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?
Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect
Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt
I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with
We talk market and distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the old block
I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop
I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me
Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question I'm askin'
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?
We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit
That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
Oh, it's cold out here
It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded
It's 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, level 6, what else?
When I go hard I go hard
When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like "ooh wee"
We rolling
I hustle, man, it's what I do, man
What, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?
The lyrics of 50 Cent's "Hustler" portray the life of a successful hustler. The singer brags about his success and luxurious lifestyle. He is not bothered by intimate relationships, but rather, he is concerned with making money. The first verse asserts that the singer is not trying to make things complicated; his old school car, candy apple paint, and sporty gear make a statement of his success. He is greeted with amazement everywhere he goes. From the beginning, in the days of the rap pioneers, he was writing down his experiences. He dealt crack and moved on to other hustles. He acknowledges that he spends a lot of money on clothes, but he remains focused on the money.
The second verse reveals the singer's desire to stand out and be admired. He pulls into an area in his luxury car and immediately attracts attention. His outfit is from top-name brands, and he is apparently very fashionable. He blends the classy and the hood in his style, and his vibe is comprised of cream mixed with weed. He calls on people to pay up like they promised, even if he must collect dues like a dominos' game. He boasts that he's living his life without limits and is travelling the world performing, raking up cash and being an ambassador of music.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't make this complicated
Let's keep things simple
My old school candy painted
My classic car is painted in bright colors
I hustle hard
I work hard and grind to succeed
When I come through they like "oh my God that nigga clean"
People are impressed when I show up looking stylish and fresh
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I have always been a hustler and knew how to make money
I break a whole on the 36 oz
I sell drugs for profit
And move it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm good at making deals and making money
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I focus on making money and don't worry about women
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
I spend a lot of money on stylish clothing
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
But make no mistake, I'm a born hustler
I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?"
Women are attracted to me and want to know who I am
Seats in the old school Louis
The seats in my classic car are made by Louis Vuitton
Shoes and the belt buckle Louis
I wear Louis Vuitton shoes and a belt
We don't need more details now do we?
You get the point, right?
Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion
I wear True Religion jeans in a baggy style
You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
I have an expensive and stylish taste in eyewear
It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood
My environment may be rough, but I still have class and style
Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?
What's going on? Any problems?
Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect
It's time to collect the money
Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt
I make a lot of money and am great at saving it
I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set
I'm in charge of my life and make my own rules
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
I'm powerful and successful like Muammar Gaddafi
Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with
I am selective with who I associate with
We talk market and distribution and politics
My discussions with others are focused on business and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the old block
I inherited my hustling spirit from my family
I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop
I sell drugs for a low price but make profit from volume
I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me
I have a natural charm and charisma that draws people to me
Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace
Even my undergarments are high-end Versace brand
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I wear expensive, stylish clothing in all settings
I express myself so the question I'm askin'
I am fully authentic and true to myself
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?
Is this financial deal a good one or should I wait for a better opportunity?
We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit
We should seize opportunities and make the most of our time
That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing
I wear Alexander McQueen clothing with edgy designs
In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing
This is a nod to my hometown of Queens, NY
Oh, it's cold out here
It's chilly outside
It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded
I am used to the cold and thrive in it
It's 50
I'm here and in charge
When I go hard I go hard
I am dedicated and focused when I need to be
When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I can be stealthy and adapt to different situations
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
I drive a luxury Porsche car that is completely black
In the back like "ooh wee"
I am comfortable and enjoying my ride
We rolling
We are cruising and enjoying the drive
I hustle, man, it's what I do, man
I am a born hustler and that is how I make a living
What, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?
No one can tell me how to be a successful hustler
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, JACOB BRIAN DUTTON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kmasutra787
this shit a classic , this will be rocked in 2050
@peggy3532
Nah its about to die out.
@doffyfelix6631
Super Bully g
@carteljackson8655
Super Bully YOU sound crazy but true at the same time
@thompson223
Super Bully given the way the world is going I fear they'll be too busy twerking their asses and not focusing on what this type of music is about
@davidsithole4266
he is trully a main man brothers
@HeroesNStuff
When I was a homeless student putting myself through college....This is the song that motivated me Thanks FIDDY!!
@jerzeyrebel4797
HeroesNStuff Dam was it all worth it after u got out of college ?
@normanmusenge3175
🙏🙏💪😊
@abrahamjackson6019
Keep pushing young lady,, the hustle don't stop....