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: Jaz-Ming]
I stay away from cats that rap that ain't got traps
And producers that make tracks that ain't got no plaques
I'm J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z-3
You ain't ballin', you ain't rollin' with me
Jazz said it
These cats ain't cheap, they broke
Take me to a flick, can't even buy me a Coke
Oh, they quick to say you ain't gettin' nada from us
'Cause in their pockets, they ain't got nada but dust
Come on, come on
[Verse 2: Beyoncé]
Why are you sittin' here under me
Givin' me grief, sayin' you love me?
You know you lyin' through your teeth
Livin' it up, the good life, for free
I don't know what you want from me
Don't you know, I need somebody who can do me right
And keep his pockets tight?
I don't know why I keep taking this mess from you
[Pre-Chorus: Kelly & Beyoncé]
I need a baller
Someone not like you who will do me right
You triflin', good-for-nothin' type of brother
Keep a sister workin' day and night
I don't think you'll do
So you and me are through, oh-ooh
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me, say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that
[Verse 3: Beyoncé]
So, you rollin' around in my drop six?
Frontin', tellin' your boys how you copped it?
Leechin' off o' me all the time
Why won't you just get a life?
You really don't get it
I spend my money on myself
I gotta move on
And find somebody else
[Pre-Chorus: Kelly & Beyoncé]
I need a baller
Someone not like you who will do me right
You triflin', good-for-nothin' type of brother
Keep a sister workin' day and night
I don't, I don't
Think you, think you
You'll do
So you and me are through, oh-ooh
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me, say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me, say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that
[Verse 4: Marlon]
Ayo, this one babe
After we done laid
She started tellin' me about bills that's unpaid
And you know me, I'm that nada cat
Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back
You holla at, me like you want me to trick, trick
I trick you into lettin' me hit
Said she ain't no pigeon and she hate nada
Uh-oh, put you off with the fake Prada, uh-oh
[Verse 5: Kirk]
I'm getting dough but it ain't splendid
Offended, 'cause they tax for it when I make it
Runnin' game when I spend it
Then chicks hit me with that "Kirk, lemme get that"
Then, I hit back "Aight!
Well, first let me hit that"
[Verse 6: Shaarod]
Yo, what I flow for
Blow for her, get dough for her?
Cop a O for you to trip and what, you can't go for it?
Let's get it down to the nitty-gritty
You pretty-bitty
Gimme two years and I might consider you for fi'ty-fi'ty, shot caller
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me, say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me, say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes, give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that