50 Cent, cuyo nombre de nacimiento es Curtis James Jackson III, nació el 6 de julio de 1975 en el barrio de South Jamaica, Queens, Nueva York. Criado por su madre, Sabrina, quien fue traficante de drogas, 50 Cent enfrentó múltiples dificultades desde una temprana edad. Su madre murió cuando él tenía apenas ocho años, dejando a Curtis bajo el cuidado de sus abuelos.
Durante su adolescencia, Jackson cayó en el tráfico de drogas y tuvo numerosos problemas con la ley. Sin embargo, desde joven mostró interés en la música, escribiendo y componiendo sus propios temas.
El camino hacia el estrellato no fue fácil. 50 Cent comenzó su carrera musical en los últimos años de la década de 1990, grabando su primer álbum Power of the Dollar en 2000 para Columbia Records. Sin embargo, el álbum nunca fue lanzado oficialmente debido a un incidente que cambió su vida: 50 Cent recibió nueve disparos en un tiroteo en mayo de 2000. Milagrosamente, sobrevivió y decidió centrarse completamente en su carrera musical.
Tras recuperarse, 50 Cent llamó la atención de Eminem, quien quedó impresionado por su mixtape Guess Who's Back?. Eminem lo presentó a Dr. Dre, y juntos decidieron firmarlo bajo sus sellos discográficos, Shady Records y Aftermath Entertainment.
En 2003, lanzó su álbum debut Get Rich or Die Tryin', el cual fue un éxito
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[Verse 1: E-40]
Ever fold under pressure? (Nope)
Charge a bitch like a Tesla (Yup)
Post a pic but don't disable my location? (Nope)
Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement (Yup)
Stay without a chopper? (Nope)
Saucy like sriracha (Yup)
Is you a bluff? (Nope)
Cartier, white buffs (Yup)
This money of mine, can't get it off of my mind (Nope)
Hop up in the front of the line, I'm selling this liquor and wine (Yup)
Not low on paper, a hater, that's what I'll never be (Nope)
Longevity, OG he got the recipe (Yup)
Honey on me, she the baddest and her booty not the flattest (Nope)
Thicker than a marijuana UPS weed package (Yup)
She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (Nope)
I told her no but I eat coochie (Yup)
Snort Belushi (Nope)
Smoke lemon tree, cherry pie, and cookie (Yup)
Lame (Nope), talks slick, mouthpiece hella game (Yup)
Heart pump fear (Nope)
Got your own beer (Yup)
Overrated (Nope), underrated (Yup)
Biatch!
[Hook: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Follow your lead (Nope)
Pop in my piece (Yup)
Will a nigga go broke (Nope)
Spend a couple mill on dope (Yup)
Fake on a real nigga (Nope)
Spend cake on a pill nigga (Yup)
Tell on them fools (Nope)
Stay down and pay all my dues (Yup)
Get caught slippin' (Nope)
Eastside, Long Beach, crippin' (Yup)
Simp with the bitches (Nope)
Tied in a knot like extensions (Yup)
Soft as a pillow (Nope)
All about that money in the middle (Yup)
Play the role of a killa (Nope)
Looked out for all of my niggas (Yup)
Ever done blow (Nope)
Are you really hard on a hoe (Yup)
Is it hard being G (Nope)
Am I really who you wanna be (Yup)
Fraternize with the cops (Nope)
Ship dope by the box (Yup)
Sold my soul (Nope)
Shoot this pimping, she chose (Yup)
[Hook: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
You in love with a stripper (Nope)
You wanna fuck her, you gon' tip her (Yup)
You a lame ass nigga (Nope)
You know the money gon' get her (Yup)
You tell them hoes that you love 'em (Nope)
Or you just fuckin' 'til they comin' (Yup)
Are you sugar-sugar daddy (Nope)
You know they all want somethin' (Yup)
Shawty won't get married (Nope)
You need at least 10 karats (Yup)
You let a nigga treat you bad (Nope)
He supposed to throw you something automatic (Yup)
Girl, you ain't fuck a rapper for nothin' (Nope)
Your kinda pussy get you paid (Yup)
These hoes don't do it like you do (Nope)
This style make a hoe wanna go both ways (Yup)
You trust a bitch around your man (Nope)
You know she fuck 'em when she can (Yup)
You know these hoes ain't shit (Nope)
If you don't know you'll find out quick (Yup)
You wear another bitch clothes (Nope)
That's kid shit, you grown (Yup)
You need a nigga for your bills (Nope)
You pay your shit on your own (Yup)
[Hook: E-40]
Everybody get choices
I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread
Everybody got choices
These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head
Everybody got choices
Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose
Everybody got choices
These niggas be hatin', I already know
But I never go broke (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)
Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)