Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My name is Shawn Swayze, and i'm here today in defense of my client Curtis Jackson, or 50 cent as you may know him. Over the past few months, there has been an abundance of slurs and slander thrown his way, and i must say its uncalled for. You, the public, have called him all sorts of ill fated names such as "snitch"(through pure speculation) and even gone as far as to call his crew the g-unit, "g-unot".(started by some bisexual gangbanger who USED to have a career) You have even stated through your comments that his music has changed, and he is no longer the 50 you once knew from "Guess Whos Back".(if you dont have it, get it now) I'm here to let you know, he is hurt by these comments. I am hurt by these comments. And I am here to defend not only his current position in rap, but his current mind state.

The one question i want you all to ask yourselves is: can u really blame him???? Please for one moment put yourself in this mans shoes. Imagine being born into poverty, having no father, a mother who hustles, and living in one of the biggest hoods in NY:south side Jamaica,Queens. Imagine having that mother murdered and taken away from you at an early age. Imagine having no education and going to and from prison for selling drugs to your own community. Then rap comes along. Finally something positive. Now imagine hooking up with the legendary dj Jam Master Jay(R.I.P.) and securing a record deal. You're about to shoot a video with Destinys Child(the hottest group at the time) and BANG! You get shot nine times. I said nine people. Its been so talked about that it loses its significance. Who wants to get shot once? Anyone? Didn't think so. Nine. And in your face at that to where as youll never speak the same again. While you're in the hospital, your label calls you and lets you know your services are no longer needed. Who knows if you will ever even walk again. At this point most of you woulda packed it up and said "fuck it." "Life is too hard and i cant take this." But not my client. What does he do? He gets out the hospital, rehabilitates himself, and starts making the best NY gangsta music we heard in years, back to back to back to back.(remember that you unappreciative bitches) He begins making the best mixtapes and he has one of the best crews behind him.(only Banks and Yayo at the time) Then one day, all his hard work and perseverance pays off. He gets a phone call from the top selling rapper and is offered a deal at one of the most prestigious labels around. The rest is history. He goes on to top the charts with his music and become a savvy business man. He has nine figures in his account and counting. Now if my client sometimes comes off as an arrogant, pushy, steroid using, ignorant ass know it all, I ask again, can u blame him???

Do u think you would act differently if you went through these same events? Or would you have a fuck the world mentality like i know i would. Would you bust your ass to make classical music? Or would you just drop wuteva you felt cause you know the people are gonna eat it up?(say wha u want about "the massacre" the shit sold out the ass) He can look in the mirror everyday and say "I came from nothing." "I was dying in a car a few years ago." "Now i have tons of money, my crew is eating right, im a worldwide superstar, and i was fuking Vivica Fox."(and lord only knows who else) And you know wha else he can say: "I did it all without YOUR HELP." So please people, give my client a pass on any dumb ass shit he may do or say in the future. Even if he drops sub par music continue to support him. Kanye seems to be everyones favorite person but hes an egotistical cry baby dickhead who had the opportunity to get an education, dropped out, lived in the burbs, has a doctor for a mother, and never had any sort of struggle other than "I cant get a record deal", and "I want my grammy i work so hard." (boo-hoo) He just happens to be a musical genius. Besides, if i gave yall a million right now you would think your the shit, look down on your people, and probably go buy some rims. Imagine how 50 feels. So please people, on behalf of Curtis Jackson, get off his dick. Real Talk.