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.
Tryna Fuck Me Over
50 Cent Lyrics
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Uh-huh
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me (you better watch your step)
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks
Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit
Tryna turn up with a bad bitch
Have her in the telly doing freak shit (you better watch your step)
Niggas sell a little bit of everything
Rockin' Yacht-Master and the pinky ring
Flexing like "bitch, if you knew better"
You fuck with a real nigga and you do better (you better watch your step)
Shawty ass fat like she a stripper
That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her
Bartenders coming, yeah, they move quicker
Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas
Everything cool when I'm in the room
Come with two shooters, not a hunnid goons
Nigga, don't trip, you don't want that
Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped (you better watch your step)
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Right before I came into this bitch hot
Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
Spent my life tryna be a good guy
Still people want to see me get got
Nothing like it ever was before
Hair falling out, I'm twenty years old
Got a lot of stress, that you don't know
Still kick it like paint, yeah, this shit gold (you better watch your)
Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I'm flexing
Jumpin' out the motherfucking Benz, yeah
All these damn diamonds on my necklace
Catchin' frostbite when I exit
So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah
Hundred cigarettes then I exhale
Thousand for these fucking Margielas (you better watch your step)
Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah
Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shining
Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothing
And I'm gone, I ain't never sober
Me and Fifty got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh (you better watch your step)
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step)
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over (you better watch your step)
The lyrics in 50 Cent's song "Tryna Fuck Me Over" featuring Post Malone speak about the potential dangers of his lifestyle and the people around him. He starts off by stating that he won't allow himself to be searched if he's carrying something illegal. He also mentions the trust he has in his weapon, alluding to a dangerous and violent lifestyle. The chorus repeats the phrase "y'all tryna fuck me over," implying that people are trying to take advantage of him in some way. The verses describe the flashy lifestyle of those around him who are selling drugs and enjoying the company of women. Despite the luxurious surroundings, danger still lurks, with "two shooters" accompanying 50 Cent at all times to protect him from potential threats.
The second verse adds more detail to the potential risk 50 Cent faces in his lifestyle. He mentions his hair falling out and being stressed at just twenty years old, showing the toll that this lifestyle takes on one's physical and mental health. However, he still portrays his life as glamorous, mentioning his diamonds, chains, and high-priced clothing. The constant repetition of "you better watch your step" shows the paranoia and awareness that he needs to have in this lifestyle to stay safe.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh-huh, yeah
Acknowledging agreement and attention
Uh-huh
Further indicating agreement and attention
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
I won't let anyone search me if I am carrying something illegal
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me (you better watch your step)
I have a gun and I am prepared to use it if someone tries to harm me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
People are always out to deceive or take advantage of me
Niggas around me, yeah, they hit licks
People around me commit robberies to make money
Mix a little red and yellow when they get lit
They mix drugs or alcohol to get high
Tryna turn up with a bad bitch
Trying to party with an attractive woman
Have her in the telly doing freak shit (you better watch your step)
Engaging in sexual activities with her behind closed doors
Niggas sell a little bit of everything
People sell various illicit substances
Rockin' Yacht-Master and the pinky ring
Wearing expensive jewelry
Flexing like "bitch, if you knew better"
Acting arrogantly, as if others should know better than to mess with them
You fuck with a real nigga and you do better (you better watch your step)
If you associate with a successful person, you might become successful, but you should also be careful not to cross them
Shawty ass fat like she a stripper
A woman with a large buttocks, as typically found in strippers
That wiggle when she walk make you wanna tip her
Her mesmerizing walk would make one think of tipping a stripper
Bartenders coming, yeah, they move quicker
Bar staff move quickly to serve customers
Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas
Selling expensive liquor to wealthy individuals
Everything cool when I'm in the room
Things go smoothly when I am present
Come with two shooters, not a hunnid goons
I come with two armed guards, not a hundred unskilled men
Nigga, don't trip, you don't want that
Don't cause trouble, it won't end well
Boy, you gonna fuck around and get your ass capped (you better watch your step)
You might end up getting shot if you act foolishly
Right before I came into this bitch hot
Right before I entered this place with a lot of energy
Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
I took a brief stop to get cigarettes
Spent my life tryna be a good guy
I have spent my life trying to be a good person
Still people want to see me get got
People still want to harm or deceive me despite my efforts to be good
Nothing like it ever was before
The situation is new and different from past experiences
Hair falling out, I'm twenty years old
Despite being young, I am experiencing significant stress-related hair loss
Got a lot of stress, that you don't know
I am experiencing a great deal of stress that others don't understand
Still kick it like paint, yeah, this shit gold (you better watch your)
I am still able to maintain my composure and perform well despite my stressful circumstances
Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I'm flexing
Arriving in a flashy and ostentatious manner
Jumpin' out the motherfucking Benz, yeah
Exiting a luxurious Benz car
All these damn diamonds on my necklace
Wearing expensive diamond jewelry around my neck
Catchin' frostbite when I exit
The diamonds are so cold, they feel like frostbite when touching them
So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah
The environment is so cold that one can actually see their breath
Hundred cigarettes then I exhale
I smoke a lot of cigarettes
Thousand for these fucking Margielas (you better watch your step)
I am wearing expensive Margiela shoes worth thousands of dollars
Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah
I am wearing a lot of expensive chains around my neck
Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shining
Wearing diamond-encrusted rings that make me sparkle and stand out
Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothing
I have spent $200,000 on jewelry this year and won't tolerate anyone's opinion on it
And I'm gone, I ain't never sober
I am always high or drunk and not sober
Me and Fifty got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh (you better watch your step)
50 Cent and I have armed guards to protect us from anyone trying to deceive or harm us
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Curtis Jackson, Austin Richard Post, Elijah Blue Molina
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Spacebound
Such a sick song
random guy
yea
Cxmasta.
uh huh
Galina
Ja ich kannte es gar nicht :o
Charod Montana
grew up listening to 50
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+Carlos “LordCarlos” Patrick
lol u replied to my comment one of techsource's video, what small world
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+Carlos “LordCarlos” Patrick
😎👌
JMPTHEFIRST
+Carlos “LordCarlos” Patrick
yup, i dont use it much tho haha
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+Carlos “LordCarlos” Patrick
its jmpenman1
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+Carlos “LordCarlos” Patrick
same haha da give aways!