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 Nigga
50 Cent Lyrics
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I love niggas, I love niggas
Because niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot the shit
I do not love
To all my Brooklyn to all my Uptown
To all my Bronx to all my Queensbridge
Back up chump
You know Biggie Smalls rip it quick
And kicks it quick - you
Know how black niggas get with them hoods
Fatigues with the boots with trees
Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot
And I'm bagging you, huh
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll
Make them wet in their 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 motherfucking back out
That's a real nigga
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo' sho'!
Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery
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 DA, because fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North bound first stop
Watertown or Fishscale
Where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover
Doo doo stain remover
Ha ha, yo chief, pass the buddha
When I was young my MO was to go hand in hand
Even my PO
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 with octane, i'm not playing
Get gassed up, to get blast up
Real BIG style watch the kid break it down
Check it: thou shalt not fuck with
Nor see Poppa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper
There's no place like home
New York! New York! I run this city
And I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they're smacked silly
Or sprayed with the MAC milli
They don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics
Like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me Gun
Cock ha! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me
They bump my shit Gunshot
Every bootlegger you know
Pump my shit - bitch!
The lyrics of 50 Cent and Biggie’s song “Realest Niggas” explore the rappers' love-hate relationship with the African-American community. 50 Cent and Biggie both identify as “niggas,” or identify with the black community, acknowledging the struggles that they face in society. The lyrics also express admiration for the toughness some members of the community possess, as well as frustration towards the racial inequalities that continue to exist. For example, the lines “I love to see niggas go through changes” and “I love to see niggas shoot the shit” suggest that the rappers find entertainment in watching black people struggle, while the lines “I do not love…” expresses 50 Cent’s frustration with the issues plaguing the black community.
Line by Line Meaning
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I love niggas, I love niggas
I love people that look like me.
Because niggas are me
I love black people because I am black.
And I should only love that which is me
It's normal to love people that look like you.
I love to see niggas go through changes
I like it when black people succeed.
I love to see niggas shoot the shit
I enjoy seeing black people having fun.
But there's one thing about niggas
However, there is one thing I don't like about black people.
I do not love
I dislike.
To all my Brooklyn to all my Uptown
Shout out to people from Brooklyn and Upper Manhattan.
To all my Bronx to all my Queensbridge
Shout out to people from Bronx and Queensbridge.
Back up chump
Back off coward.
You know Biggie Smalls rip it quick
You know Biggie Smalls raps quickly.
And kicks it quick - you
And he's fast in his movements, too.
Know how black niggas get with them hoods
You know how black people get when they wear hoods.
Fatigues with the boots with trees
Military uniform with boots and a tree symbol.
Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy G's
Selling drugs, making money.
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
Shooting at people who open a business in our territory.
On the avenue, take my loot
Rob people on the street to take their money.
And I'm bagging you, huh
And I'll catch you.
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Making women who drive expensive cars work for me.
Flash the roll
Flash my money.
Make them wet in their pantyhose
Excite them sexually.
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Wow, a black person's style is different.
Grip the Glock
Hold my gun tightly.
When I walk down the crowded blocks
When I walk in busy streets.
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
In case someone wants to start trouble.
I just black out
I become angry and lose control.
And blow they motherfucking back out
Shoot and kill them.
That's a real nigga
That's a genuine black person.
We the realest nigga
We are the most genuine black people.
50 Cent and BIG my nigga
50 Cent and BIG are my friends.
Don't try to act like you don't feel us nigga
Don't pretend that you don't like our music.
Biggie yo' nigga, 50 yo' nigga
BIG and 50 Cent are your friends.
Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo' sho'!
Shoot someone and kill them.
Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
We smoke marijuana and carry guns.
Just in case Dread wanna riff
In case someone wants to argue.
He get a free lift to the cemetery
He gets a free ride in a hearse to the graveyard.
Rough very
Rough and tough.
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
We are not average, we enjoy watching people die.
That's a real nigga for ya'
That's a genuine black person.
Get mad do a quarter, flip the script
Get angry and go to jail for a quarter of a century, change the plan.
And rip your lawyer
Fight your lawyer.
Spit at the DA, because fuck what she say
Disrespect the District Attorney's opinion.
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
She doesn't care about you at all.
Up North bound first stop
Going north to prison.
Watertown or Fishscale
Prisons in Watertown or Fishkill.
Where the hand skills are real ill
Where they are really good at fighting.
You'll be a super Hoover
You'll be a really clean person (sarcastically).
Doo doo stain remover
Remove feces stains (sarcastically).
Ha ha, yo chief, pass the buddha
Ha ha, buddy, pass the marijuana.
When I was young my MO was to go hand in hand
When I was younger, I used to work with others.
Even my PO
Even my Probation Officer.
She called me "the Ginger Bread Man"
She called me a derogatory name.
I catch a new case
I am charged with a new crime.
And tell her ass: "Catch me if you can"
And tell her she won't be able to catch me.
Don't let your people fill
Don't let your friends give you so much confidence.
You up with octane, i'm not playing
Fill you up with gasoline, talking seriously.
Get gassed up, to get blast up
Getting confident, only to be killed.
Real BIG style watch the kid break it down
In the style of the late Notorious B.I.G., watch me explain.
Check it: thou shalt not fuck with
Look here: don't mess with.
Nor see Poppa
Don't even look at me.
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off proper
50 Cent will beat you up really well.
There's no place like home
New York is the best city.
New York! New York! I run this city
I'm in charge in New York City.
And I don't dance around like Diddy
I'm not like Puff Daddy, always dancing.
Niggas is giddy, till they're smacked silly
People are excited until they get hit.
Or sprayed with the MAC milli
Or shot with a MAC-10 machine gun.
They don't want drama really
They don't want to fight.
Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics
Cowards become brave only by pretending to rap.
Like Milli Vanilli
Like Milli Vanilli, the pop music duo that was exposed for lip syncing.
In the hood they feel me Gun
In the neighborhood, they like my music.
Cock ha! I'm on fire!
I'm doing great!.
Niggas out in Philly they feel me
People in Philadelphia like my music.
They bump my shit Gunshot
They play my music loud and proud.
Every bootlegger you know
Every illegal music seller you know.
Pump my shit - bitch!
Sells my music without my permission, damn it!
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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!
@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!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣