Many Men
50 Cent [Get Rich Or Die Tryin'] Lyrics

Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker
50 Cent is simply expressing his hunger and desire to get something to eat.

Hey yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
50 Cent is wondering what is taking his friend so long to join them.

50, calm down, here he come
His friend is on his way and someone is trying to calm 50 Cent down.

What the fuck!?
50 Cent is reacting angrily to something.

Son, pull up! pull up!
Someone is telling 50 Cent's friend to hurry up and join them.

Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dog and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many people want to kill 50 Cent and he has become so paranoid that he has started seeing blood everywhere. He will defend himself and take the life of those who try to harm him.

Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me
Many people want to kill 50 Cent and he no longer prays or cries. He only hopes for mercy from those who want to harm him.

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Anyone who puts a price on 50 Cent's head will not succeed in killing him. Despite his rough upbringing, he has become a rising figure in the dirty world of hip hop. With his lyrical skills, he is considered the greatest of his time. He carries a gun, showing he is not afraid of anyone and can snap at any moment.

Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me
Many people in 50 Cent's life want to see him dead. He doesn't cry anymore and doesn't pray to God for help. He wants mercy for the coldness in his heart and hopes that those who want to kill him may find peace.

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
Life would not be worth living without pain and sadness. Death is an easy end to the hardships of life, but it scars those left behind. This song honors friends on the street and those in prison. 50 Cent has realized that only God will be his judge, and he faces a sentence he may never escape. He compares himself to Paulie, a mafia boss. He has turned to the gun for protection, but sometimes the ones who appear to be friends will be the ones to betray him.

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Though God doesn't answer him, 50 Cent believes that he has been divinely protected. Nonetheless, he continues to carry a gun. In his nightmares, he continues to be haunted by those who try to kill him. A mental health professional has suggested an irrational belief that he is the victim of a hex. He shares that he received a letter that informed him that someone he knew has died. He drops a hint that he may have been involved in that death. He hints that life is unpredictable, and bad things happen when you least expect them. He ends the song with the idea he will leave his mark on the world, while others are left breathless.