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.
I'm So Hood
50 Cent Lyrics
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Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas you see blood
In the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke that's why
I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks
Banks he seen her
Plus she hood she ain't hollywood
Remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand
For you niggas in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
I'm so sorry niggas all fucked up they ain't
Gettin money in the hood i'm So Sorry
I lied to ya say I let you
Hold something homey if I could i'm so sorry
You know I could but I don't
Wanna help you out nigga i'm so sorry
I'm in that 6, 7 glass house
In and out of lanes murder on my mind
Old english runnin through my veins
I think about easy and it eases my pain
I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label no button up shirt
No harm intended no subliminal disses
But hard facts seperate the
Men from the bitches
I would popped your ass if
I thought you was worthy
Lookin like boy george in
That larry bird jersey
Buck pass the dutch I'm
Blowin that bob marley
Hop off the G-4 lets have
A boston tech party G-Unit
I'm so sorry
You niggas don't sound that good when
You step in the booth i'm So sorry
Nigga that it hurt but god dammit
You kno it's da truth i'm So Sorry
You see me do good it's
Makin your punk ass sick i'm so sorry
That I ain't got room for all
You niggas on my dick i'm so Sorry
Yeah
A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
I handle bars like a bicycle
Stars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as an icecycle
The muffalas the sounds of land
That's why I whistle
Fire your stylists you know dats wrong
For letting you put that
Foot locker noback on
Around here niggas get shot
For performin that song
And hoes cut they eyebrows off
And draw them back on they try to merk me yo
That's why 50 bought me a trey pound
With a nose longer then pinnchio
Pop shit I stroke your s
And soon as her mouth open up what?
Same color as coconut
I'm so Sorry
You ain't from compton you ain't
Gotta flow like game i'm so sorry
You ain't lloyd banks mixtape artist
Of the year man i'm so sorry
You ain't young buck you don't let
The gun buck son you butt i'm so sorry
You get outta line I'll personally
Come fuck you up
We don't chase no hoes
We dream about it while we make the dough
Ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains
Come and cut your throat
I still touch the dough
Niggas my ears to the street
I got niggas from your own hood workin for me
You got ya hand out
Can't even bail your man out
Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gonna miss you when the
Dessert eagle hit's you
Just do like pac said pour
Out a little liquor
Picture gettin your chest blown open and
No one there to save ya
You momma gotta wake up
Makin funeral arrangements
You kno who to play with
And we ain't the ones
This G-unit shit is deeper than a
Prick in your thumb motha fuckas
Yeah I wanna take the time out
To apologize to all yall niggas
That put out records this year and didn't
Sell no records I'm so sorry
Hahaha oh man I don't even
Know how to explain it
Pimp you can't get dat money
When I'm around haha
I don't say shit all I did
Was swith my hustle muh'fucka
The song "1" by 50 Cent and Game is about their newfound success and stardom. They reflect on their humble beginnings and how they are now rolling in the dough with their swag and paper. They rap about coming from nothing and now turning heads with their flashy lifestyles.
In the first verse, the rappers boast about their expensive cars and designer clothing, comparing their wealth and achievements to those who are lukewarm and not as successful as they are. They also touch on their fame and sexual prowess, with Game mentioning that girls like him more than anyone can imagine.
In the chorus, they address a woman who they believe didn't want them when they were struggling, but now wants them because of their newfound success. They acknowledge that she can play games with them, but she cannot pretend that she doesn't like their style and their swag.
The second verse sees the rappers continuing to boast about their wealth and accomplishments, with Game even referencing the assassination of the Kennedys to show how ruthless he can be to his enemies. They also touch on their romantic relationships, with Game referring to his woman as Pussycat and 50 Cent promising to buy two Benzes for his love interest.
Overall, the song is about celebrating success and reflecting on how far they have come in their careers.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't really think she want me back then, she want me now
She may not have wanted me before, but now she's interested
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style
She can try to act like she's not interested, but she really likes my style
I got swag now, I got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up
I have a lot of money, and I'm living luxuriously
I got swag now, I got paper, I'm swimming in the dough, I'm caked up
I'm rich and have plenty of money to spend
I was a real bum now I'm really rich, kid
I used to be poor, now I'm incredibly wealthy
I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit
I come to my hometown in a flashy sports car
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
My Rolls Royce has the top down, and your rap skills are mediocre
It's why you're not me; nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
You can't compare to me, so don't even try
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
The woman likes me and is attracted to my luxurious lifestyle
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
I'm showing off my wealth by buying bottle after bottle at the bar
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
I wear a lot of Gucci clothing and accessories
Big doofy gat, hit you in your kufi hat
I have a big gun that could hit you in your traditional African hat
You know me, I told your ass in '03 "Get Rich or Die"
I've always been focused on getting rich, as I made clear in my 2003 album
G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky
I fly on my private jet and am well-known and successful
Pick an island on the map, I been to it
I've traveled to many exotic and luxurious islands in the world
Shorty wanna try anal, her friends do it
The woman I'm with is interested in anal sex, just like her friends
Wrists rocked up shining, flawless diamonds
My wrists have diamonds shining on them, showing off my wealth and luxury
You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and
The watch on my wrist is so luxurious that the face is hard to see
On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringing sexy back
I'm like Justin Timberlake, bringing sexiness back in a classy way
Louis belt wrapped around right where the TEC be at
I wear a Louis Vuitton belt right where my gun is
Getting paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone
Making money is my goal, and I'll even steal your jewelry to do it
One false move and clap, now your brain's gone
If you make a wrong move, I'll kill you
You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me
You may like me, but I'm more interested in myself
I destroy my enemies even if they're kin to me
I'll take down even my own family members if they're my enemies
Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread
I'll do to my enemies what they did to the Kennedys, killing them and getting rich off it
Say something slick out your mouth I'll come for your head
If you talk back to me, I'll come after you
She likes me more than you can imagine
The woman I'm with is really into me, more than you might think
Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant
The woman I'm with is beautiful and looks like she could be in a beauty pageant
Closest I'mma get to heaven in this lifetime
Being with this woman is the best thing that's ever happened to me
Is right below her waist in between her thighs
The intimacy with this woman is like heaven to me
Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her
I have a cute nickname for the woman I'm with
And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her
I don't have to spend money or use tricks to get with her
See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together
When I show off my wealth and success, she's right there beside me, doing the same thing
Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever
If you don't like the way I'm living, tough luck
We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferrari's
We both wear Bugari jewelry and drive sports cars
I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry
I'm so successful and wealthy that I'm sorry if it makes others feel inferior
You want me? I want you, plug one? Plug two
You're attracted to me and I feel the same way, so let's go for it
I'm infinitely special, girl
I'm unique and one-of-a-kind
The Lord's gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do
If you listen to me and do what I say, good things will happen to you
You want me? I want you, you want a Benz? I'll buy two
If you want me and a luxury car, I'll get them for you
You should want me like you want success
You should be as attracted to me as you are to success
Girl, with us together we'll be better than the best
If we're together, we'll be unbeatable
Why settle for less?
Why be satisfied with less when you can have the best?
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