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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[Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
Ayo, quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Hey ho, get back to twerkin', back to workin' (Yeah)
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' (Woo!)
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' (Come on)
Them bottles is poppin', bitch, the mall is callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around, bitch, shit is for real (For real)
Quick makin' a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal (Come on)
Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they say a nigga really ain't got no chill
[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo)
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
P.I.M.P., who the shotta them?
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him
Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block (Fruits)
Tag yo' shit, we goin' up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceilin' fan
I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuckin' bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't askin' him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin'
Mo' money mean mo' problems
If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy, I'm simply, a P.I.M.P
And I'ma let it go 'til the clip go empty (Wow!)
[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm gettin' big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin' (Yeah)
I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin' (Haha)
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede (Come on)
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch, I got it made (Ow!)
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page (Yeah)
You know boy in the hood'll have you runnin' like Ricky from the 12 gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, circulatin', you heard I'm cakin' (Mmm)
These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolatin'? (Yeah)
I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down
So a ho feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town
[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo)
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga