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.
Time Of My Life
50 Cent Lyrics
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Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
'Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every fucking thing livin'
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
The lyrics of 50 Cent's song "My Life" express the struggles that he has gone through in his life. He feels lost and like he has nowhere to go. He has seen people come and go from his life and has been betrayed by those he tried to help. However, 50 Cent shows determination in his lyrics by stating that he is doing what he is supposed to do, which is writing and fighting. Additionally, he sees himself as an entrepreneur who has come from the sewer, who has earned his money through hard work, and who is constantly learning lessons.
The lyrics also express his frustrations with the music industry and the people in it. He talks about how people may misunderstand his music or how he is no longer making hits. He also touches on the difficulty of being an artist in the public eye, as people constantly criticize his work and have opinions about it.
Overall, the lyrics of "My Life" capture the emotional and psychological difficulties that 50 Cent has gone through in his life. The song reflects his determination to keep fighting and succeeding, despite the obstacles that he has faced.
Line by Line Meaning
My life, my life
This is a song about my life
Makes me wanna run away
My life is difficult and sometimes I want to escape it
There's no place to go
Despite my desire to escape, there is nowhere to go to avoid my problems
No place to go
I feel trapped and helpless in my circumstances
All the confusion
My life is full of chaos and disorder
It's an illusion like a movie
The chaos in my life feels unreal or like a movie
Got nowhere to go
I am stuck in my situation with no way out
Nowhere to run and hide
Even if I try to hide, my problems will still be there
No matter how hard I try
Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to escape my problems
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
In 2003, I went from being poor and struggling to incredibly wealthy
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
My success has caused people to act differently around me and I have trouble trusting anyone
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
I have tried to help others succeed, but they have betrayed me
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
I am angry and frustrated with Game and Buck for turning on me
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
Game and Buck may try to make it seem like I am the problem
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I am no longer writing music for these artists and they are struggling to make successful songs without me
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
I have learned many valuable lessons throughout my life and career, but I am not perfect
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
People say money is the root of all evil, and I have certainly earned a lot of it
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Despite the difficulties I have faced, I am still doing what I am meant to do - write music and fight for success
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
I have started my own businesses and I am succeeding despite my rough beginnings
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
I am confident in my ability to create great music and I don't care what others think
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
This song is about my recovery and my comeback after struggling with personal and professional issues
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
While others were enjoying their success, I was working hard to improve my situation
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
I was working hard to improve myself and become a better artist
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
I was motivated by a desire for revenge and I was preparing myself to take action
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I am ready to take on my enemies and eat them alive, like a plate of spaghetti
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
My enemies are forgetting who they are dealing with and what I am capable of
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
My enemies thought I was done, but I am only getting started
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
I am back and I don't care who I offend or upset
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plu~gged in the
I am a skilled rapper and will tear apart my enemies with my words
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
I am so talented that I can destroy my enemies with ease and make it look effortless
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
I will continue to attack my enemies relentlessly and without mercy
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
I am trying to make my enemies see the errors of their ways and understand the consequences of their actions
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
My enemies should know better than to speak out against me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
I have worked incredibly hard to succeed in my career and it has taken a toll on me
Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
I will never give up and I am confident that anyone who doubts me will regret it
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I am feeling overwhelmed and like I am about to lose control of my emotions again
I'm thinking about just saying
I am considering giving in to my anger and frustration
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
I am angry at everyone around me except for myself
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I only know how to work hard and make music, and that is why I push myself so hard
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I have invested so much of myself into my music and career, more than anyone realizes
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
I feel stuck in my career and the more I try to escape it, the more it consumes me
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
I am suffocating in my own success and it feels like I am wrapped in bubble wrap, unable to break free
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
My life feels like a never-ending cycle of struggle and crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
I did not expect my life to turn out this way and I feel overwhelmed by it all
Feels like I'm going psycho again
I am struggling with my mental health and feel like I am losing control again
And I might just blow my lid
I am at my breaking point and may lose my temper
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
I regret making my album Recovery because it has caused me so much stress and turmoil
'Cause I'm running in circles with
I feel like I am going nowhere, stuck in a never-ending cycle
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
I am experiencing confusion and uncertainty like I haven't felt since I was a child
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
Despite my massive success, people seem to have forgotten my accomplishments and contributions to the music industry
Maybe this is for me, maybe
I am questioning whether or not my career is meant for me
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
I am considering the possibility that I am meant to lose my sanity or break down mentally
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
I may break down like my alter ego, Eminem, did in the past
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
I am feeling dangerous and unstoppable like famous movie villains
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
I am confident that my music is classic and anyone who disagrees will face my wrath
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
I will suffocate my enemies and take control over them
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
I will destroy my enemies to the point of death and bury them in a grave
It's tragic, it's sad it's
While violent and dangerous, my actions are also sad and tragic
Never gonna end, now we number one again
I am confident that I will continue to succeed and be number one
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
My enemies will continue to hate and resent me, despite my success
Accept it, respect it
My enemies need to accept and respect my success
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
My talent and success are a gift from God and a natural part of who I am
Of every fucking thing livin'
My success is a natural part of the world and cannot be denied or ignored
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Adam Noah Levine, Curtis Jackson, Herbert Louis Rooney, Larry Darnell Griffin, Marshall Mathers
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My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter
Entrepreneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver
What's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about just saying
"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"
'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
'Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like forty million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it three A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic, pussy
Now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungs
Of every fucking thing livin'
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
@eriklamela4321
Basically, what they said:
50: I’m back, em is god
Em: I’m Shady, 50 is dope
Adam: smth about illusions and movies
@AAAd33l
Erik Lamela yhyh
@dilankhalid8042
Eminem dissing Ice Cube
@corywall3393
How's tottenham bro
@lukaesakia711
@@dilankhalid8042 enlighten us please
@el_teodoro
@@annas7542 It's a joke
@noAlnn
50 was honestly so good in this one
@110mgodspeed8
Right?
@mursleenakhtar4183
+BLacK. BLEacH 50 cent ruined this song
@110mgodspeed8
+Mursleen Akhtar I don't care for your opinion and quite frankly I ain't ask for it.