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.
Too Hot Feat. Nas And Nature
50 Cent Lyrics
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"Niggas bit off Nas shit"
"Admit it, you bit it"
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit"
"Admit it, you bit it, bit it"
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon' die
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell y'all what papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
What!
[Chorus: x2]
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the ro'
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them Phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Uncured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's con-ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part, nigga.
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
"Niggas bit off nas"
"Admit it, you bit it"
"Tell these niggas somethin', God"
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm magic Don Juan
From queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the god, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers through the city like new york sewers
Stinkin' up the air, central park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
"Niggas bit off Nas shit"
"Admit it, you bit it"
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit"
"Admit it, you bit it, bit it"
[Chorus]
The lyrics of 50 Cent’s “Too Hot” featuring Nas and Nature, discusses the struggles that come with living in the projects. The first few lines of the song call out those who have copied Nas’ style in their own work. The lyrics then shift to discuss the harsh realities of living in poverty, and how it can make you either a “ridah” or a “coward.” He speaks about his personal arsenal of weapons and how he is always ready for a fight. He then alludes to the fact that Nas predicted the future of rap, and that he is the future.
The chorus emphasizes how “project’s too hot” and how easily things can become violent in the projects when they get upset. The lyrics also touch on themes of money, drug deals, and how gangs have infiltrated public housing projects. With the line “niggas better hope we never hit rock,” the song resembles the power and aggression that goes along with those living in poverty. There is an overall sense of darkness and emotion throughout the lyrics, and it seems as though the artists are unafraid to showcase their feelings.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggas bit off Nas shit
Other rappers copy Nas' style
Admit it, you bit it
Acknowledging that they copied Nas
Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit
Repeating the accusation
Admit it, you bit it, bit it
Repeating the call to acknowledge the copying
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
You can either stand up and face me or run and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon' die
No matter what you choose, I will defeat you
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
I am prepared for any confrontation
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
Don't waste my time with irrelevant conversations
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
I require different vehicles for different weather conditions
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
I have a good lawyer who will defend me against fraudulent people
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
My lyrics are impactful and get under people's skin
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
They want me to go to jail for a long time
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
Nas predicted that I have a bright future in the rap game
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I will confront your drug dealers and take their earnings
I'm a tell y'all what papi told me
I'll share some wisdom given to me by a drug dealer
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I am selling drugs for a high price
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
I show off and act flashy with expensive things
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
I am willing to commit murder for the right amount of money
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
I will handle any confrontation with my gun
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
My weapon of choice is a concealed .38 caliber handgun
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
My neighborhood is dangerous, and people should hope that we don't face major problems
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If things get bad, we will invade your home or business
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the ro'
We will demand for you to surrender and hand over valuables
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Attention grabber before starting a verse
I'm like sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
I am like a famous boxer and don't have problems with anyone
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
You are just a spectator who has a lower position than me
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Sitting beside famous basketball players
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them Phillies slow me
I had a chance to become a professional athlete but didn't take it
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
I am a problem that needs to be solved urgently, like asthma
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
I am more alert when I am sneaking around
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
You should associate with the best and toughest people, like I do
Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My influence can be deadly, leaving a family to mourn in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
My style has spread and influenced many other rappers
Uncured, ain't no vaccine
My impact is strong, and there is no way to counter it
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
I was last seen withdrawing money from an ATM to the max limit
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
I am also often in the recording studio, focused on my music
It's con-ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
My rap style can be dark and strange, and I can vanish like a character in a horror movie
Comin' back I'm rich kid
When I return, I am wealthy and successful
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
I am unstoppable, even when it seems like I am vulnerable
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part, nigga.
Either cooperate with me, or face death or incarceration
What, yo
Attention grabber before starting a verse
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
I make people uncomfortable and challenge their beliefs, including racist white people
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm magic Don Juan
I use my charm and influence to manipulate people, including mothers
From queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
My influence and drug use extends globally
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
We enjoy smoking marijuana and leaving our fur coats on a clothing rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Most of the time, people who plan to harm me, end up being harmed by me instead
Feds search the god, but nothin' they find on me
Law enforcement has searched me, but found no incriminating evidence
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
You should show appreciation for my music right away, don't wait
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
The only reason you wouldn't appreciate my music is if you are like George Bush Jr., who I dislike
Porsche maneuvers through the city like new york sewers
My driving is smooth and quick, like maneuvering through the crowded New York City streets
Stinkin' up the air, central park, horse manure
I am so rich that I drive a Porsche, while others in the city deal with unpleasant things like horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
My car has large wheels and a high quality suspension system
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
I am sexually promiscuous and brag about it
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
Other rappers who try to copy me, make me sick
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
You may know my style, but you can't replicate my uniqueness
50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
I am affiliated with the Bravehearted crew, and we will maintain our bond until death
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
I start trends that others try to copy, but they will never surpass me
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Repeating the chorus
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Repeating the chorus
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the ro'
Repeating the chorus
Niggas bit off Nas shit
Repeating the accusation
Admit it, you bit it
Repeating the call to acknowledge the copying
Tell these niggas somethin', God
Asking God to help convey the message to the listeners
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ARTIS L IVEY, BRIAN DOBBS, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@monkmorgan8105
This Nas verse is so legendary. This is why Nas is the Goat.
@nuggetz9380
Facts
@elmascholo13
this one of the best 50 tracks, golden years
@daytonflyerr7608
Imagine if they got together and did something like...if Premier or Alchemist was doing the beat. They wouldnt front. Wouldnt have a weak verse. It would be dope. Throw a curveball n a game and make an whole mixtape. Mfs would cop it just to listen bc they KNOW...50 and Nas was dangerous together but they seperated smh beef and corporate bs
@bumpyknucklez1
U dont know fiftys tru gems then
@elmascholo13
@@bumpyknucklez1 like what? I say that with respect.
@toshoshi1551
@@bumpyknucklez1 lmao what? This is one of his best tracks. Guess Who’s Back is his best mixtape 100% IMO
@gjergjjiim1615
@@toshoshi1551 it’s an absolute classic.
@onimasta3632
Nature is mad underrated, one my favourite Queen's mcs
@kapo2012fb
QGTM