You promised that, and I quote, “If Kanye West sells more records than 50 Cent on September 11, I’ll no longer (perform) music. I’ll write music and work with my other artists but I won’t put out any more solo albums.” September 11 rolled around, and the infinitely more talented Kanye’s album not only surpassed your own in popularity, he flattened you by 200,000 more copies in first day sales.
This is what happens when you run your mouth, Fiddy. Did you think your “magic stick” would save you? Were you under the mistaken impression that when you were shot, the bullets released talent into your bloodstream? You should just quit music altogether. You know as well as the rest of the world does that it’ll only be a matter of time before you try to stroke your ego with another stupid contest, and you. will. loose. As you find yourself slipping out of the public spotlight, you’ll challenge Christina Aguilera in a bet to see who the public finds the prettiest, or Justin Timberlake to an acting showdown. Both will have predictable results.
The future looks grim for you. Not “I just got capped nine times” grim, but still. You lost, and everyone knows it. Now man up and step down.
