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.
Realest
50 Cent Lyrics
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I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
In this song by 50 Cent feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Eminem called "Realest," the artists discuss their appreciation and admiration for their fellow black men. They declare that they love to see their people go through changes and shoot their way through obstacles. They give shoutouts to various areas of New York, including Brooklyn, the Bronx, Uptown, and Queensbridge, while asserting their dominance and power over the city. They don't hesitate to use violence when necessary, with Biggie Smalls boasting about his quick and deadly trigger finger. They rap about their hard lifestyles, smoking marijuana and dealing drugs, and taking on their enemies without fear. 50 Cent and Biggie Smalls declare themselves to be the realest niggas in the game, and they won't let anyone forget it.
Line by Line Meaning
I love niggas! I love niggas!
I love my fellow black men
Cause niggas are me!
Because I am a black man
And I should only love that 'presents me
I should love myself and others who share my identity
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I enjoy seeing black men evolve and grow
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
I love to see black men overcome obstacles and succeed
And to all niggas that do it I love
And I love all black men who are doing it
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my black men from Brooklyn
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my black men from Uptown who get it
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my black men from the Bronx, it's a battle
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
To all my black men from Queensbridge, I will defeat you
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
Don't mess with me, Biggie Smalls, I am quick to defend myself
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
I act fast, because that's how black men operate
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Wearing army clothing and having Timberland boots
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
I sell drugs and make a lot of money
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
I shoot at other drug dealers who take my territory
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
On the street, I take their money, and arrest them
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
I exploit women who drive luxury cars
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
I show off my wealth and make her sexually attracted to me
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
My style of living is unconventional
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
I carry a gun when walking in public
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
In case someone tries to harm me
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
I get enraged and shoot them dead
That's real
That's the truth
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
When I smoke marijuana, I carry a gun
Just in case dread wanna riff
In case someone wants to start trouble
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
He will get killed and buried violently
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
We are not ordinary people who enjoy watching others perish
That's a real nigga for ya
That's the type of person I am
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
If I get angry, I will switch things up and attack my own lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
I disrespect the District Attorney because I don't care what she says
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
The D.A. does not care about you and your situation
Up North found first stop Watertown
After being incarcerated in the upstate New York prison system, the first stop is Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
In prison, fighting skills are highly valued
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
After my violent attack, there will be a lot of blood to clean up
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
I laugh and ask for marijuana from my friend, Chief
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
In my younger days, I would sell drugs directly to customers
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
Even my parole officer was aware of my criminal activity
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
If I get arrested again, I dare her to try to keep me in custody
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Don't let your friends gas you up, I am not joking
Get gassed up to get blast up
If you try to intimidate me, you will get hurt
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
In the style of Biggie Smalls, I will explain it
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
Do not mess with me, 50 Cent, from North Carolina
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
I will beat you down properly
There's no place like home, New York - New York
New York is my home, and there's nowhere like it
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
I am in charge of this city, and I don't act frivolously like P. Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
People get excited until they get hurt or killed
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Or get hit by a machine gun, they don't actually want conflict
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Weak men pretend to be tough by miming my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Even people from the ghetto respect me, and I am dangerous
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even people in Philadelphia listen to my music and like it
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
Every illegal music vendor listens to and sells my music, insultingly!
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANDY THELUSMA, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, CURTIS JACKSON, TONY MARIO DOFAT, UMAR BIN HASSAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@anacarolina4830
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
@originalJoeKing
The white girls singing the hook in White Chicks! 😂😂😂
@XxkindalikethisxX
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@louietorres4363
@Ghita Florin Nigga!
@Mocha-Bottle
Yep lol
@rurueyad8711
😂😂😂 I came from it
@user-we1xk9gd9q
So…. Nobody’s around
@shannarahanna7785
I knew this song was fire when my pastor forgot to turn off his phone during Bible study and this was his ring tone.
@itsjemmabond
Get out of here! Are you being serious?!
@shannarahanna7785
@itsjemmabond Yes 😭😭
@dmitrilightsey3097
OMG!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣