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 Don't Fuck Wit U
50 Cent Lyrics
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Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
Then it's your coffin
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
I don't talk, texts
I don't off bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I'm from the projects
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it
If you with it, then you get it
Two to your fitted
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
Your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay'
You fuck niggas been' in the way
I'm just doin' what 50 say
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
Buck
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do; we ain't new to it
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot
Niggas around here don't say much
Niggas around here don't play much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
'Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what?
Green light, woo
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
I green-light you
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
The lyrics of this song are about the street code of conduct, where one does not talk too much or too loud, but rather let the actions speak for themselves. In the first verse, the rapper is confronting someone he does not know and does not want to talk to. His reputation precedes him, and his approach is confrontational, warning the other person about his will to use force. He does not hesitate to use physical violence to back up his words. In the second verse, the rapper is bragging about his lifestyle, where he keeps weapons readily available to protect himself and his interests. He does not trust anyone, and his response to any attack is instant and violent.
The chorus repeats the same idea: "I don't f*** with you, and you don't f*** with me." It reinforces the street code of conduct, which is the central idea of the song. The third verse takes a broader view of the situation, where the rapper is talking about the general behavior of people in the streets. He is saying that people don't talk much, don't play around, and get violent when necessary. This is the environment in which he is comfortable, and he thrives there.
Overall, the song is a typical example of gangster rap, where the lyrics glorify violence and the street life. It is not meant to be taken literally, but rather as a representation of a specific lifestyle, where survival depends on being tough and unyielding.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't wanna talk to you
I refuse to engage in conversation with you
Don't know you
I don't have any acquaintance with you
Don't know how you know my name
I'm unsure about how you learned my identity
I got a reputation of police chasing
I'm known for being pursued by the police
You a bitch; I let it bang
I regard you as weak, but I have no problem resorting to violence against you
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
If you continue to speak, I will ignore you and move away
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
If you persist, I'll use firearms to silence you
Then it's your coffin
If you push it too far, you'll end up dead
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
I don't have any relationship with you, and nor do I want to
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
I'm not interested in idle chitchat
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I prefer taking offensive action rather than engaging in small talk
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
You're aware that I don't like you, so don't bother trying to change my mind
4-deep whip, stolen, rollin'
I'm driving a stolen car packed with four people
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
I carry and use a .45-caliber firearm
Leave your head split open, swollen
I'll shoot you in the head, causing severe injury or death
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
You'll be traumatized forever due to my actions
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
I also carry a .22-caliber gun as a backup
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
If law enforcement comes knocking, I'll dismantle my drug operation
Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
I suspect the police are planning a raid on my drug den
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out (fium!)
I pray that I can leave my hideout safely before the authorities arrive
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
I'm running out of allies, and I'm not sure who to rely on anymore
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't give or expect any friendly greetings or physical contacts from anyone
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
I steer clear of people who mess with me or are unpredictable
You see me here, get the fuck from 'round me
If you see me in this area, leave me alone
I don't talk, texts
I don't engage in phone conversations or text messages
I don't off bets
I don't take part in gambling activities
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I only associate with people from my neighborhood or gang
I'm from the projects
I come from a low-income housing area
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I'm amazed that you haven't been mugged already
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I don't like wasting time talking on the phone
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
I'm aware that some people envy me, but I don't care
On probation with no patience
I'm currently under probation but don't have much tolerance for it
I hop out and act a fool with it
I get out of my car and display my reckless behavior
Fuck who did it
I don't care who did something naughty or wrong
If you with it, then you get it
I'll attack anyone who sides with my enemies or disrespects me
Two to your fitted
I'll shoot you in the head while you're wearing a baseball cap
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
I don't have any emotional or social attachment to anyone around me
Your funeral could be any day
You might die very soon due to engaging with me and other gang members
Ever since I said send the Yay'
Since I gave the order to supply drugs
You fuck niggas been' in the way
You and your cohorts are obstructing my illegal business
I'm just doin' what 50 say
I'm acting upon the orders or philosophy of 50 Cent
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
I'll shoot one hundred bullets from my AK-47-style rifle
Buck
I'm ready to shoot
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
I hold my .45-caliber handgun tightly
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
I can cook and process drugs very efficiently
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
In four days, I'll turn drugs into profits twice
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Selling drugs is a lucrative source of income for me
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Women are attracted to me and want to spend time with me
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Some men try to deceive or steal drugs from me
Up after we throw it, throw it
After we sell drugs, we make a profit
Big money, we blow it
We spend a lot of money without hesitation
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
We embrace and embody the thug lifestyle
Still do; we ain't new to it
We're still living and breathing this kind of life, and we're used to it
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
I will never snitch on myself or my fellow gang members
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You're cowardly and may rat me out
You talk a lot
You're very chatty
Niggas around here don't say much
People in this area are not very talkative
Niggas around here don't play much
People in this area don't take much leisure time
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
If anything illegal or violent occurs, everyone accuses us right away
'Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
We won't alter our behavior no matter how much money we make
A lot of gun talk in the streets
People often boast about their weapons in this neighborhood
But real recognize real beef
Genuine gangsters know and cause real trouble
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Brave gang members successfully fulfill their criminal goals
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
We never lower our guard, always carry guns, and kill recklessly
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
Jealous people criticize us unfairly from the sidelines
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
We can find you wherever you are, even in your vehicle
Green light, what?
We're asking our allies if they're ready to attack our enemies
Green light, woo
We've received confirmation that we can move ahead with our plan
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
The destruction and violence I create with my wealth is catastrophic
I green-light you
I give you permission to be attacked or killed by me or my gang members
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I'd rather shoot at someone than engage in small talk with them
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
I have no relationship or interest in engaging with you whatsoever
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
I don't enjoy making frivolous conversation
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I have an inclination to use violence rather than engage in boring conversation
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
I avoid interacting with you, and I expect the same from you
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
I'm not inclined to chat with you
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
I'd rather start shooting at someone than engage in small talk with them
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RODOLFO RODRIGUEZ, MARK GONZALES, CURTIS JACKSON, CURTIS STEWART, DAVID BROWN, MARVIN BERNARD
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