For once, he’s not talking about himself.
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Alfred Soto: Of course he wants to talk about money – he’s not making any.
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Patrick St. Michel: In which Curtis Jackson, multimillionaire rapper and sugar-water peddler, drops all pretenses and admits that he’s “starting to feel like there is nothing to talk about but the money.” He proceeds to do just that, ignoring the women around him in favor of listing ways to get cash and what said cash can buy. “Money” is the sound of 50 Cent bored out of his mind, killing time before his next business meeting by pretty much listing as many foreign currencies as he can. This deserves extra points for honesty, though.
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Anthony Easton: In our late capital decadence, the anxiety of eros is eclipsed by the anxiety of capital — as Weber hinted at, and Fiddy proves.
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Edward Okulicz: You know how in “Gold Digger” there’s this really good bit where Kanye ends each line with “your money”? Imagine if that bit was terrible, ten times as long, and slower, so it sounds twenty times as long.
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Ramzi Awn: Dope beat and a little soul give a tired game some life, and 50’s plain-as-day attack works better than it should. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
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Brad Shoup: “I’m back on that bullshit” — he sounds like he believes it, too. “It” being the bullshit, that is. The last couple of years has turned Fiddy into my fav cranky bazillionaire underdog. The only things posting diminishing returns for him these days are the charts: there’s no way dude going multidialect on the word “money” is going to light things up. This is a guy who envies Hammer, shits on welfare recipients and cheerfully underlines his abortion-fund outlay. Havoc drops a labored, Viking-rower soul cadence; everything about this is crotchety, and I kind of love it.
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Will Adams: For someone so hellbent on talking about money, 50 Cent has very little to say.
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