He’d had his first son, Marquise, when he was 21. It was heartbreaking, some of the things he said. That first time we met, we talked about marriage and fatherhood. He’s lived there ever since, a Gatsby with no Daisy. When his debut, Get Rich or Die Tryin’, came out in 2003 and sold nearly a million copies the first week and then nearly another million the second week, he moved from his bedroom in his grandmother’s house directly into Tyson’s old mansion. She had been a drug dealer at 12, he became one, too.
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She was murdered eight years later in a manner almost too terrible to recount-drugged by a friend, the windows shut, the gas turned on, left to die at her own kitchen table. "To make me feel special about not having a father," he says with a sly grin. She told her son it was an immaculate conception. You don’t need to be all that taken with the tabloid aspects of his story, the nine gunshots he absorbed and survived, to see that. He did it without irony or skepticism-it wasn’t a joke to him, even if it sort of was to me. Except here he was-enthusiastically inquiring about my dreams, my fears, my regrets-holding up the mirror first. I’d come to hold up a mirror, get 50 Cent to talk about himself, his dreams, his fears, his regrets. And at that point, you should consider marriage." Because there’s a point that your friendship would develop that it has so much value that it would become priceless. "I think friendship is the strongest form of relationship," 50 Cent says. About my girlfriend: "How long you been together?" I thought I’d go to him, ask leading questions, present what I perceived to be his problems as my own- I’m 31, I’ve had some success already, but now I fear my best days are behind me, what should I do, 50 Cent?-and in doing so get him to talk about himself, about the existential predicament of what comes after success so large it can never be repeated.īut so far he was the one asking most of the questions. He was a living example of someone who had entirely captured the attention of the culture and then watched the culture speed right by. His life in 2014 seemed lonely and impossible.
He was said to live alone in an eighteen-bedroom Connecticut mansion that formerly belonged to Mike Tyson, wore a bulletproof vest every day for five years, traveled in a bombproof car. He was ubiquitous, sold an unfathomable number of records, and then suddenly he wasn’t and he didn’t. Who wouldn’t want to become a better person? But I’d also become fascinated with the ways in which 50 Cent had failed-over the course of his long career but especially lately. I liked the notion of becoming a better person. It was sort of a stunt, the life-coaching thing, and in the beginning I treated it that way.
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