50 cent could be on his way to creating new music and possibly dropping a new album after he was inspired by an old friend.
Speaking exclusively to People, 50 Cent revealed that is was Eminem who inspired him to start writing again. Fif is forever grateful for Eminem who along wit Dr. Dre helped the Queens rapper to become one of the biggest rappers in hip hop.
“When Em does something that stands out to me, it’s special,” 50 Cent explained during a recent interview with People. “He just had a performance on Nas’ album, and it made me want to record again because of my connection to it. He sounded so good that I was like, I gotta write something.”
50 Cent is referring to Eminem’s verse on “EMPD 2” off of Nas‘ latest album King Disease 2. The track which also featured hip hop legendary group EPMD, marked the very first time Eminem and Nas collaborated. Closing out the song was Eminem who also gave it up to his good friend 50 Cent. “I hit 50 via text / Told him that I love him ’cause I don’t even know when I’ma see him next.” View the full Eminem verse from “EMPD 2” provided by genius.com.
Eminem’s Verse on EPMD 2:
EPMD, we’re back in business (What?)
Livin’ in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and I’m not gon’ fail
I got no L’s (Noels) like Christmas, you don’t wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y’all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) ’cause none of y’all are real (Nah)
Not a ‘single one’ (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate court, she’s on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a ‘bond’ and she’ll
Never ‘bail’ on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper’s so crazy, I just tossed a mil’ out the window of my mobile
On the fuckin’ freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin’ the sleigh, yeah
That’s a lot of bucks flyin’ when I’m makin’ it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds me of “Rap Summary,” mami
My theme song, me and “P” always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me “Big Daddy” (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane) and “Lean On Me” (Yeah)
MCs, I’m eatin’ you B-I-T-C-H’s like tortilla chips
Me, I’m free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him ’cause I don’t even know when I’ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain’t for the faint
‘Cause the brain’s illa trained killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait ’til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq’
I just pray for the day when I’m able to say that I’m placed with the greats
And my name’s with the Kane’s and the Wayne’s, and the Jay’s and the Dre’s
And the Ye’s, and the Drake’s and the J Dilla’s, Jada’s, Cool J’s
And the Ra’s and amazin’ as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is
