Curtis Jackson a.k.a. 50 Cent is one of the most notable artists in the rap game. Whether this is because of his music or his larger-than-life persona is up for the audience to decide.
Known for his blatant bashing of other rappers, deep beats and explicit lyrics, 50 Cent has become one of the most controversial rappers in the 21st century.
But 50’s career hasn’t been entirely easy. Being shot nine times and finding troubles with the law before finally landing a record deal is hardly what anyone would consider the easy route.
Before I Self Destruct is the latest installment from the Queens, New York native and is an attempt to step back into the spotlight after his 2007 release Curtis fell on deaf ears.
His fourth and possibly last studio album (five being on his contract with Interscope records, the last one being a greatest hits) doesn’t really do justice to the musician’s career as it features the same old cliché bouts seen on previous albums.
Self confidence is one thing and a publicity stunt is another, but on Death to my Friends 50 Cent is back at writing checks his music just can’t cash.
“This ain’t the ‘Carter’ n****,” raps 50 Cent about Lil Wayne. “This is Sparta! It’s Harder! I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father!”
Immediately after 50 is back at it on So Disrespectful where he doesn’t waste any time reigniting old flames against rapper friend turned-foe The Game.
“That n**** Buck like Game!” 50 cent confidentially pronounces. “Tell mamma he done smoked in TV, I ain’t know he f***** with more dope than B.G.”
The saying goes, “All clichés are truisms, and all truisms are true”; it couldn’t be any more relevant than it is in 50 Cent’s case.
He is the stereotypical gangster rapper armed with guns, sex and drugs which all decrease this album’s credibility and his own credibility in turn.
The most frustrating thing is he has excellent production from some of the genre’s biggest stars. The problem with releasing such a classic first album as Get Rich Now or Die Trying is that your whole career is measured up to that standard.
Sure, this album is not bad, but when you put it next to his first album or even his second it looks out of place, mismanaged and just plain ole’ boring.
When Curtis Jackson picked his stage name of 50 Cent years ago he probably didn’t know one day his alias would be such a literal representation of what his music is worth.
For more on 50 Cent and his new album, visit his official website. You can also purchase his album directly his iTunes page.




JAY-Z RESPONDS TO 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel
Jay-Z Addresses 50 Cent / Beanie Sigel Beef
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that
Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this
Get off Jay-Z dick
What y’all niggas get front page articles, y’all mention Jay-Z name
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon’ do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was gon’ 9/11 ‘em but they didn’t need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cause not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill found out they was ill
And it’s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
That’s why real niggas respect me fake niggas want beef/
Cause they know that’s the only way we ever gon’ speak/
We never gonna see eye to eye/
Your type of nigga don’t recognize it’s all televised/
Mobstas out to not get in beef/
There’s not business in it, it only brings police/
Wanksta want beef and they name in the streets/
Most times end up with their brain where they feet should go/
You should know if you’re gonna do something/
And you go to radio we all know you’re frontin’/
So I got to radio to let ‘em know you frontin’/
Keep it real, you don’t want nothin’/
They shootin? Nobody’s dyin’/
Somebody better put somebody’s body on somebody’s iron/
Some time soon or somebody’s lyin’/
I don’t care for that shit you’re shovellin’/
I ain’t duckin’ for nothin’ cousin/
I’m too tall to act small/
Plus you know I’ve seen it all before