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DATE February 21, 2003 ACCOUNT NUMBER N/A⨠TIME 12:00 Noon-1:00 PM AUDIENCE N/A⨠NETWORK NPR⨠PROGRAM Fresh Airâ¨â¨Filler: By policy of WHYY, this information is restricted and hasâ¨been omitted from this transcriptâ¨â¨* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *â¨â¨Review: New CD "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" by rapper 50 Centâ¨DAVID BIANCULLI, host:â¨â¨Last week the new CD by the rapper 50 Cent, entitled "Get Rich or Die Tryin',"â¨became the highest-selling major label debut album since SoundScan beganâ¨tabulating album sales in 1991. The 25-year-old performer is a protege ofâ¨both Eminem and the late Run-DMC member Jam Master Jay. Rock critic Kenâ¨Tucker says 50 Cent has a compelling sense of drama, if a limited world view.â¨â¨(Soundbite of "Many Men (Wish Death)")â¨â¨Mr. LLOYD BANKS: Man, we gotta go get something to eat, man.â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) Ay yo, man, damn, what's taking homie so long, son?â¨â¨Mr. BANKS: Calm down. Here he come.â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) Many men wish death upon me. Blood in my eye, dawg and Iâ¨can't see. I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be and (censored) trying toâ¨take my life away.â¨â¨Unidentified Man: Come on!â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) I put (censored) with me. My back on the wall now you gon'â¨see. Better watch how you talk when you talk about me, 'cause I'll come andâ¨(censored) away. Many men, many, many, many men wish death upon me. Lord, Iâ¨don't cry no more, don't look to the sky no more. Have mercy on me.â¨(Censored) put money on my head...â¨â¨KEN TUCKER reporting:â¨â¨50 Cent's rap music is a ferocious recitation of the facts of his life:â¨orphaned as a child by an absent father and a drug-dealing mother, aâ¨self-admitted crack seller who's been shot at least nine times. He'sâ¨certainly no role model, but his music does less to glamorize the thug lifeâ¨than make it sound like a ceaseless weight, of fear denied, paranoia admittedâ¨and tender emotions suppressed. Later on in that song I just played heâ¨compares himself to, quote, "Muhammad Ali in his prime." But with hisâ¨glowering countenance and stolid delivery, 50 Cent is more like the Mike Tysonâ¨of hip-hop. To some extent, 50 Cent, whose real name is Curtis Jackson, hasâ¨reason to brag. He's lifted himself out of a very bad street existenceâ¨through persistence.â¨â¨Signed to Columbia Records in 1999, his first album was never released.â¨Undaunted, he began putting out a series of mixed tapes, setting rhymes toâ¨melodies filched from other songs, and selling them on the streets of hisâ¨native New York. Jam Master Jay took Curtis Jackson under his wing, and wasâ¨instructing him in the ways of the recording studio and the music businessâ¨before Jay's tragic murder last year. Eminem heard some of this music andâ¨connected with 50 Cent's vision of the hardness of life, with his refusal toâ¨relinquish a sense of grim humor. After all, it's not as if the guy doesn'tâ¨like to party.â¨â¨(Soundbite of "In da Club")â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty. Is yo birthday. Weâ¨gon' party like is yo birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like is yo birthday, andâ¨you know we don't give a (censored) if that's yo birthday.â¨â¨You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubb, but Mami, I got the X if youâ¨into takin' drugs. I'm into havin' sex. I ain't into makin' love. So comeâ¨give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed.â¨â¨When I pull out up front...â¨â¨TUCKER: That's 50 Cent's biggest hit, "In da Club," produced intoâ¨irresistibility by Dr. Dre, who's also overseen Eminem's most sonicallyâ¨interesting songs. But 50 Cent's secret musical weapon is Mike Elizondo, whoâ¨plays an inventive style of keyboards and bass guitar lines. He helps keepâ¨the music varied. 50 Cent needs this help. His rhymes march in a regimentedâ¨meter than can become tedious, and he's least believable when he talks aboutâ¨romance. No, 50 Cent has one subject: how hard it is not merely to succeed,â¨but to stay alive. It's a message his audience wants to hear so badly hisâ¨record company had to release "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" a few days early,â¨because it was being bootlegged so fast on the street.â¨â¨Given the narrow choices he presents, I vote for 50 Cent to get rich, andâ¨implore him to please try to avoid dying as much as possible.â¨â¨BIANCULLI: Ken Tucker is critic at large for Entertainment Weekly. Heâ¨reviewed "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" by rapper 50 Cent.â¨â¨(Credits)â¨â¨BIANCULLI: For Terry Gross, I'm David Bianculli.â¨â¨(Soundbite of "Gotta Make it to Heaven")â¨â¨HOOK: (Rapping): Yeah. I gotta make it to heaven. Fuck going through hell.â¨Gotta make it to heaven. Gotta make it to heaven. Gotta make it to heaven.â¨Fuck going through hell. I gotta to make it to heaven. I hope I make it toâ¨heaven.â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose myâ¨friends. Been to ICU once, I ain't going again. First Zee got (censored) andâ¨Raw got (censored) and homie's still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt, Iâ¨smell something fishy, man. It might be a rat. (Censored) switchin' sides onâ¨(censored) just like that. U know me, I stay wit' a (censored) on her kneesâ¨and get (censored) away in the hood like the government cheese, spray onâ¨Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's, more plate on the back, straight squeezing aâ¨Mak. In the hood they identify (censored) by their cars, so I switch up whipsâ¨to stay off the radar. I ain't gotta be around to make (censured) hot. Iâ¨send Yayo to (censored) on ya block. So (censored) if I say get it done andâ¨make it (censored) if you around me, son.â¨â¨HOOK: (Rapping): I gotta make it to heaven. Fuck going through hell. Iâ¨gotta make it to heaven. I gotta make it to heaven. I gotta make it toâ¨heaven. Fuck going through hell. I gotta to make it to heaven. I hope Iâ¨make it to heaven. I gotta make it to heaven. Fuck going through hell. Iâ¨gotta make it to heaven. I gotta make it to heaven. I gotta make it toâ¨heaven. Fuck going through hell. I gotta make it to heaven. I hope I makeâ¨it to heaven.â¨â¨50 CENT: (Rapping) When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rappingâ¨(censored)...