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 Jayās music. After heād 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 Centās 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 āGet Rich Or Die Tryināā 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 Tryinā 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.
Psycho
50 Cent Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
Yeah, look, look, I come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
The system I done been through it, there's nothing new there to me
They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
In the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
The lyrics to 50 Centās song āPsychoā describe the mentality of a deranged and dangerous individual. The opening stanza repeats āI can hear your heartbeat, youāre scared,ā which creates a sense of unease and menace. The lyrics that follow detail violence and aggression, suggesting that the singer is not only capable of violence, but that he is prepared to act on his impulses. Lines such as āIāve come from a different crew / You fuck with me, Iāll get to youā reinforce this idea. The final lines emphasize the singerās ability to take life without remorse, singing, āIāll come back bigger, stronger and angry.ā
In the second half of the song, the lyrics become more graphically violent, with mentions of killing babies, burying ex-girlfriends in the backyard, and tossing body parts in the trash. These dark and disturbing lyrics showcase the singerās unhinged psyche and utter lack of empathy. Overall, the songās lyrics paint a picture of a dangerous individual who is not to be trifled with.
Line by Line Meaning
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I sense your fear and unease in your heartbeat
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I am psychologically disturbed, mentally unstable, and insane
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I am warning that I am armed with a knife and willing to use it to take your life if provoked
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are people who desire to witness me being harmed, imprisoned, and confined like an animal
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Despite any setbacks, I will return more powerful, resilient, and filled with anger
Look look, I've come from a different crew
I belong to a distinct and separate group or gang
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
If you provoke or mess with me, I will retaliate against you
A clip or two, I'll put through you
I will fire one or more rounds from my gun, causing harm to you
'Cause I ain't got shit to do
Because I have no meaningful or productive activities to occupy my time
Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Engaging in constant gunfire and causing a person, particularly a woman, to become scared
Drama never ever stop
Conflict and turbulent situations are persistent and never-ending
Eenie meenie miney moe
Using a random selection process to choose a weapon or target
Now tre pound or 44
Deciding between using a .38 caliber handgun or a .44 caliber handgun
Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
Choosing a firearm, such as a Tec-9 or a Mac-10
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
Referring to stabbing someone in the back with a knife or blade
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I will shoot you in the head, and I possess information about your identity
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
I will cause chaos and destruction in the place where you reside
The hollow tips hit ya chest
Bullets designed to expand upon impact will strike your chest
Call for blood to E-M-S
Requesting emergency medical services due to severe injuries
Come pick you up
An ambulance will arrive to transport you
You know you fucked when
You are in an extremely dire situation when
You get on a stretcher
When you are placed on a stretcher to be taken to the hospital
'Cause I'll come in to ICU
Because I will enter the Intensive Care Unit, suggesting the severity of injuries caused
To see you off to heaven
I will witness your departure from this world, implying your imminent death
The system I done been through it
I have experienced and endured the justice system
There's nothing new to me
There are no unfamiliar aspects or surprises to me
They locked me up they let me out
I have been imprisoned, but later released
You seen this in the movies
The events depicted here resemble scenes commonly portrayed in films
The criminals be criminals
Those who engage in criminal activities will continue to do so
Why they up in corrections
Exploring why individuals find themselves in correctional facilities
They come home, get a 9
Upon release, they acquire a 9mm handgun
Nigga commit trying perfection
These individuals strive for perfection in their criminal acts
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
When a firearm is discovered, the investigation proceeds to examine ballistics evidence
But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
Despite efforts, authorities cannot find fingerprints, leading to a successful criminal endeavor
Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
Approaching the target with such proximity that it becomes nearly impossible to fail
Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
While the current lyrics are ordinary, I possess a reserve of ruthless and brutal verses
The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
The unleashed fury and aggression associated with Shady/Aftermath Records
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
When provoked, the consequences will be as severe and corrosive as opening containers of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Engaging in violence so extreme that it involves using a Cabbage Patch Kid doll to kill the Octomom
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Assaulting a woman, suggesting a desire for criminal activity
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s'
Conceiving a child, only to terminate the pregnancy through the use of Mac-10 submachine guns
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Producing multiple sets of triplets, quadruplets, and repeated instances of twins
Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
Miscarried fetuses are scattered and falling as a result of Jack's return
The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
Jack the Ripper is present and ready to perform his gruesome acts, observing the fear in a girl's demeanor
But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
Jack has only just begun his violent spree, similar to the minimal impact his last group of girlfriends experienced
That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
The buried bodies of his past girlfriends continue to attempt to escape from their shallow graves
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
Becoming fierce and aggressive like an attack dog, questioning how long someone wishes to remain outside and unsafe
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Once darkness falls, it is beyond your permitted time to be out, and I am actively looking for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
Eminem (Shady) has killed yet another innocent person who has never experienced such violence before, successfully achieving his goal
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Killing this individual fulfills Eminem's monthly target, and they discovered Dakota's body tightly wrapped or bundled
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Placing the corpse in a bag that was likely dragged a short distance, approximately one city block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Vanishing completely, leaving no evidence behind, including DNA traces
'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
Eminem, Dr. Dre, and 50 Cent have evaded capture by law enforcement and will continue to do so
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
CSI (crime scene investigators) may despise them, but they cannot deny the respect and admiration they deserve
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When a conflict arises, retrieve a large knife from the kitchen countertops for potential violence
I'm as ill as can be
I am mentally disturbed and deranged
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Serial killers are attracted to or fascinated by me, similar to my reliance on pills
Killing so villainously
Engaging in murder with extreme cruelty and maliciousness
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even under the influence of NyQuil, I remain mentally unstable and possess a madness akin to that of fictional character Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
You are aware of the ferocity and skill with which we perform on the microphone, so do not attempt to challenge us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If you persist in your confrontation, you will discover the brutal methods we utilize, including the use of pliers
It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Executing a planned and coordinated operation, where an individual is connected to various wires for a specific purpose
Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
Applying pressure, causing the target to bleed, wheeze, and struggle to breathe, rendering them almost dead
He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
He previously did not understand, but now he has firsthand experience of the ruthlessness and cruelty of Shady and Mathers (Eminem)
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Engaging in acts of murder becomes more refined and successful through repetition and experience
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
Experiencing a barrage of bullets, the odor of gunpowder fills the air, and the lethal impact is akin to sharp claws burning
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
Delivering violent education and lessons comparable to the intensity and training of Julliard School of Arts
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
Referencing Superman actor Christopher Reeve in his burial place, implying the turning of his body from being disturbed
I'm debating mutilating the lady
Considering causing severe physical harm to the woman
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
You have been eagerly anticipating Eminem and 50 Cent, and their unique style and collaboration cannot be replicated or imitated, my dear
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
A baby is placed inside a clothes dryer, and a severed torso is found within a washing machine
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
The dismembered body part could possibly be that of Portia, whom I discarded or threw away
Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
I discarded the arms and legs of the victim in the trash because I cannot locate the rest of her body
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
The victim's head is placed inside the garbage disposal, along with the head of Jessica, effectively destroying it
I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
Suspending her body over the wash tub after putting her through some sort of distressing or painful experience
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
Once I am finished dealing with Ricky, he will cough up blood as a result of the harm inflicted upon him
The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
Converting a tough individual into a vulnerable state, where they become entangled in their predicament and ultimately defeated
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
In either Detroit or Norfolk, anyone who observes our violent acts will become sickened and disturbed
Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
Staring into my eyes reveals the deaths of numerous individuals
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I skillfully throw and maneuver throwing stars even faster than a skilled Samurai warrior
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I am psychologically disturbed, mentally unstable, and insane
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I am warning that I am armed with a knife and willing to use it to take your life if provoked
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are people who desire to witness me being harmed, imprisoned, and confined like an animal
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Despite any setbacks, I will return more powerful, resilient, and filled with anger
Lyrics Ā© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Dawaun Parker, Mark Batson, Marshall B III Mathers, Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Curtis Jackson
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