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`s Ambition
50 Cent Lyrics
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Yeah
(I won't burn unless you're there, you're there)
I need you
(Ooh, I need you)
I need you to hate so I can use for your energy
(Like the fire needs the air)
You know (I won't burn unless you're there, you're there)
(Ooh-)
Feel this
America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
Black Chukkas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle
I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duck tape on my trey-eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion and shit
So like Nino in New Jack I holla, "Cancel that bitch"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man, my heart done froze up
I build a empire on the low, the NARC's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after O, you know?
Homie, I'm just triple beam dreaming, niggas be scheming
I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me (yeah)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with or where you from
Nigga, fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Yeah
I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summersault bricks
And black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my co-Ds', they call me Chef Boyar-50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed
Shit, send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
And I'm sellin' them for five-hundred a pop, goddamn it
I sell anything, I'ma hustler I know how to grind
Step on grapes put it in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key (uh-huh)
And you can locate me where ever that dope be
Getting money, man
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with or where you from
Nigga, fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
It's a Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
That drama means nothin', it's part of the game
Catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes
Or in the jeweler switchin' chains
I upgrade from dirty BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin' the spinners spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hef'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icy, they can't stop me
Racist, pointin' at me, "Look at Niggaracci"
Hello
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with or where you from
Nigga, fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
In the song "Hustler's Ambition" by 50 Cent, the rapper talks about his ambition to make it big and gain wealth by any means necessary. He acknowledges that America has a fascination with gangsta lifestyles, and he plays into that image by reflecting on his neighborhood and the things that he needs to do to be successful there. The lyrics are full of references to drugs and violence, and 50 Cent speaks of his ability to make money through illegal means. He talks about wanting the finer things in life, and he is willing to get them by any means necessary.
The first verse talks about the need for hatred in order to fuel his energy. He says that he needs people to hate him so that he can use that hatred to motivate himself to succeed. The second verse is full of references to drugs, with 50 Cent referring to cooking crack in a microwave, selling drugs for $500 a pop, and stepping on grapes to make wine. The third verse talks about his ambition to make it big and break free from the confines of his past.
Line by Line Meaning
Like the fire needs the air
I need you
I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
I need you for my success
Ooh, I need you
I need you to hate so I can use for your energy
It's real shit
This is the truth
Feel this
Understand what I'm saying
America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
The people in America love the gangsta life, including me
Black Chukkas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle
I wear black boots, black hats, and a specific leather jacket brand
I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
I graffiti over someone else's artwork, yes I'm a vandal
Got that silver duck tape on my trey-eight handle
I taped my 38 special gun handle with silver duck tape
The women on my life bring confusion and shit
Women in my life bring me confusion and drama
So like Nino in New Jack I holla, "Cancel that bitch"
I quote Nino Brown (from the movie New Jack City) by saying 'cancel that woman'
Look at me, this is the life I chose
This is the life I chose for myself
Niggas around me so cold, man, my heart done froze up
The people around me are so ruthless that my heart has become cold
I build a empire on the low, the NARC's don't know
I created a criminal empire secretly without getting caught by the authorities
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
I create and distribute cocaine
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
I watch my cocaine turn into a highly addictive drug and sell it
O after O, you know?
I repeatedly sell cocaine and make a lot of money
Homie, I'm just triple beam dreaming, niggas be scheming
I'm just dreaming of earning a lot of money, while others are plotting against me
I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
I aspire to live a luxurious life, while drug addicts only want their next fix
Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see
I hide my gun effectively for self-defense purposes
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me (yeah)
I don't want to go to prison under any circumstance
I want the finer things in my life
I aspire to have luxurious things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
I work hard and earn money to achieve my goals
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm tryin' to get mine
If someone interferes in my path towards my goals, I will be aggressive
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I will threaten or use physical force to remove the interference
I don't care who you run with or where you from
I don't care about your friends, location or background - I will still hustle
Fuck you (fuck you)
An aggressive statement used towards those who oppose my hustle or my goals
I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summersault bricks
I don't care about physical activities, I am skilled in selling cocaine
And black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip
I am prepared to use my gun if the situation turns violent
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
I am a skilled drug dealer who knows how to make cocaine in the microwave
Man my co-Ds', they call me Chef Boyar-50
My associates call me Chef Boyar-50 for my skills in cooking and selling cocaine
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed
I have an intelligent mind, understanding that drug users don't like seeds in their marijuana
Shit, send me them seeds, I'll grow 'em what they need
I will take marijuana seeds and grow them into the strain that the drug users prefer
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
I am growing high quality marijuana in my home, not the harmless chia pet plants
And I'm sellin' them for five-hundred a pop, goddamn it
I am selling a single marijuana joint for $500, and I am proud of it
I sell anything, I'm a hustler I know how to grind
I am willing to sell anything and I have the skills to work hard to earn money
Step on grapes put it in water and tell you its wine
I have the ability to deceive people and make them believe something that is not true
If you analyze me, what you'll find
If you study my life and my actions
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
You will find that I have the mentality and behavior of a criminal
Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
My criminal lifestyle is attractive and addictive to others, it seems to have a nice rhythm
If rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product
If the rap game was a street corner, I would be the most valuable and highly demanded product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key (uh-huh)
Look at me, I am attention-grabbing and not subtle
And you can locate me where ever that dope be
You can always find me where the drugs are being sold
Getting money, man
Earning and making money is my priority
It's a Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
This is the ambition of a hustler, close your eyes and listen to my words to understand my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
I am using a powerful shotgun to defend myself against attackers
That drama means nothin', it's part of the game
Violence and conflict is normal in my line of work, it doesn't affect me emotionally
Catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes
You might see me in a luxury car, driving recklessly
Or in the jeweler switchin' chains
You might also see me inside a jewelry store, buying and exchanging expensive chains
I upgrade from dirty BS to clean VS
I upgraded my cheap diamonds to high quality, clean diamonds
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
The money I earned from my drug deals helped me buy expensive jewelry
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
I have the motivation, drive and energy to succeed, I am full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin' the spinners spin
I spend time on the street corners selling drugs, getting dizzy while watching car rims spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
I have goals and strategies to achieve my wealth, and I will never go to prison
Now I can invite yo' ass out to my estate
I am now wealthy enough to invite you to my own luxurious house
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
The bullets almost killed me, but I'm now recovered and ready to work hard again
Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake
I am extravagant enough to mix a luxurious champagne with a protein powder to make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
I am the most successful and charming man on the East Coast
Hugh Hef'll tell you he don't got shit on me
Even the legendary Playboy owner Hugh Hefner can't compete with my lifestyle
The feds watch me, icy, they can't stop me
The police are constantly monitoring me, but they cannot prevent me from making money
Racist, pointin' at me, "Look at Niggaracci"
People who are prejudiced against me will point at me and say racist remarks
Hello
This is the end of the song
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: FRANKIE BEVERLY, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
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@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....