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 N*ggas
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!
The lyrics to 50 Cent's song Realest N*ggas is a tribute to real and authentic black men, represented by his fellow New York rappers. He loves seeing these men go through changes and push through obstacles, even if it means shooting through them. He name-checks the different neighborhoods of New York, including Brooklyn, Uptown, Bronx, and Queensbridge, indicating a sense of unity among black men from different areas. 50 Cent also pays homage to the late, great Biggie Smalls, rapping about how quickly he would pull out his gun and take down his enemies.
Throughout the song, there is a theme of realness, and 50 Cent emphasizes the importance of being authentic and true to oneself. He warns against those who try to front or act tough, as actions speak louder than words. Furthermore, 50 Cent highlights the struggles that black men face in society, including the criminal justice system, poverty, and violence. Overall, the song is a call to arms for black men to come together and support one another.
Line by Line Meaning
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This song is a collaboration between two record labels, Shadyville Entertainment and Bad Boy.
I love niggas! I love niggas!
The artist loves his fellow African Americans, using the derogatory term 'nigga' as a term of endearment.
Cause niggas are me!
The artist sees himself as part of the African American community.
And I should only love that 'presents me
The artist should only love those who represent him, i.e. his fellow African Americans.
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
The artist enjoys seeing his fellow African Americans make positive transformations in their lives.
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
The artist appreciates seeing his fellow African Americans overcome challenges and obstacles.
And to all niggas that do it I love
The artist loves all of his fellow African Americans who are successful and overcome challenges.
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
A shoutout to all of the artist's African American friends and associates from Brooklyn.
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
A shoutout to all of the artist's African American friends and associates from Uptown (part of Manhattan), with an implied question of whether they understand the message of the song.
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
A shoutout to all of the artist's African American friends and associates from the Bronx, with an implication of toughness and conflict.
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
A shoutout to all of the artist's African American friends and associates from Queensbridge, with an implication of violence and danger.
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
A warning to not approach the artist (or his associates) disrespectfully, for fear of retaliation.
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
The artist and his associates can be unpredictable when provoked, a stereotype often associated with African Americans.
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
The artist and his associates wear military-style clothing with boots and shoelaces shaped like trees.
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
The artist and his associates engage in illegal activities such as drug dealing and make a significant amount of money doing so.
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
The artist and his associates use guns to protect themselves and their drug turf.
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
The artist and his associates are quick to rob those who cross their path and make off with their money ('loot').
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
The artist and his associates make money by exploiting women engaged in prostitution that drive expensive cars such as Volvo's and Rodeos.
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
The artist and his associates flash their money to women, making them sexually aroused and willing to engage in sexual activities in their pantyhose.
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
The artist's fashion sense is unconventional and not in line with societal norms.
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
The artist carries a handgun for protection when walking in public spaces.
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
The artist is prepared for any potential altercation with others who may provoke or disrespect him.
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
The artist will become angry and can become violent, shooting and killing someone if provoked too much.
That's real
The artist is emphasizing the reality of his violent lifestyle and the threat he poses to others who may cross or disrespect him.
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
The artist and his associates carry handguns when smoking marijuana together, implying that they are always prepared for any potential danger.
Just in case dread wanna riff
The artist and his associates are prepared for any potential confrontation with someone who may cause trouble.
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
The artist and his associates are ready and willing to kill anyone who provokes them by taking them to the cemetery in a hearse meant for transporting the deceased.
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
The artist and his associates are not ordinary people and will watch someone get buried in a completely nonchalant manner.
That's a real nigga for ya
The artist is describing himself and his associates as real, as in authentic or genuine, people.
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
If provoked or unhappy, the artist and his associates are likely to take out their frustrations on their own lawyer, who is supposed to be defending them.
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
The artist and his associates do not respect or care about the opinions of the District Attorney responsible for prosecuting them.
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
The District Attorney does not care about the well-being or fate of the artist and his associates, and only sees them as criminals.
Up North found first stop Watertown
The artist and his associates have been sent to a prison in the northern part of the state, specifically in Watertown.
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
The prison the artist and his associates are in is known for having inmates who are skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Prison will change inmates, like how a vacuum cleaner will remove a stain on a carpet.
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
The artist is referencing smoking marijuana, asking his associate to pass him the blunt.
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
When the artist was younger, his preferred method of making money was by selling drugs directly to customers.
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
The artist's parole officer saw him as a clever and resourceful individual, using the Gingerbread Man as an analogy of someone who can't be easily caught or contained.
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
If the artist gets arrested again, he will make it difficult for his parole officer to contain or restrict him by trying to escape.
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
The artist is warning others not to underestimate him, as he is not someone to be played with or taken lightly.
Get gassed up to get blast up
People who challenge or provoke the artist will be 'gassed up', or hyped up, only to be shot and killed ('blast up').
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
The artist is imitating the style of fellow rapper The Notorious B.I.G. (aka Biggie Smalls) and his unique rhyming style.
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
The artist is warning others not to mess with him, referring to himself as 'North C. Papa' (likely referring to North Carolina, his place of origin).
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
The artist will violently hurt or teach a lesson to anyone who attempts to disrespect him.
There's no place like home, New York - New York
The artist feels at home in New York City, and nowhere else will quite feel the same.
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
The artist is claiming to have control and power in New York City, and unlike P. Diddy (another rapper), he is not afraid to make bold and assertive statements.
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
People who are very happy and energetic can quickly become foolish and lose control of their actions.
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
The artist and his associates have the capability to spray bullets using a Mac-10 submachine gun, and most people do not really want to engage in violent conflict with them.
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Other rappers who copy or imitate the artist's style do not measure up to him, and are similar to the lip syncing duo Milli Vanilli (who were revealed to not actually have sung their hit songs).
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Even those who live in poverty or are from the 'hood' can appreciate and support the artist's music, and he is very confident in his abilities ('on fire').
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even people from Philadelphia enjoy listening to the artist's music and will listen to it often ('bump my shit').
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
The artist's music is so popular that bootleggers (those who sell illegal copies of music) will even sell his music, indicating its widespread appeal.
We the realest nigga
The artist and his associates are the most authentic and genuine people.
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
The artist is referencing two influential rappers, himself (50 Cent) and The Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls).
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Others should not try to deny or ignore the artist's influence or power over them.
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
The artist and The Notorious B.I.G. are close and influential associates of one another.
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
The artist and his associates will not hesitate to shoot and kill anyone who provokes or threatens them.
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! 😂😂😂
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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!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣