50
Cent used all the words a father should never used to a son in a
recent text message chat between the two which was obtained byRadarOnline. The
conversation had apparently started when 50 Cent had when to visit the
16-year old Marquise Jackson and the latter had refused to open the
door.
Here is a transcript of the unfiltered and raw exchange:
50 Cent: Hey I’m outside the house at the front door.
50 Cent: I came to the front door then lights went off. What’s up?
Marquise: U lying u outside?
Marquise: Lol.
Marquise: Lol u fronting.
50 Cent: I saw you looking out the window good luck in life. Your gonna need it.
Marquise: Lol u fronting hard body now, how u going to see me when I’m in the basement lmao
50 Cent: F*ck you
50 Cent: You are your mother child
Marquise: Lol why would u lie about that lol
50 Cent: I need a blood test cause that d*ck sucking b*tch you call mom was f*cking the hole time
50 Cent: I don’t think your funny at all. I drove out here for nothing.
Marquise: Pops ur trippen now, why u won’t been get one u had 16 years lol, I know u lying bc u didt even call me too go outside
50
Cent: Are you f*cking crazy I don’t have time to play boy. I told you
I would come see you. I came motherf*cker start turning lights out
and looking threw the blinds.
50 Cent: Are you f*cking stupid. You
had me drive over there why do you think I needed a address sh*t head. I
saw the lights go out then some one playing in the blinds and there no
party going on. F*ck you to
50 Cent: You your mother and your sister f*ck all of yal.
Marquise: I might dumb, come thru then, no need to get upset
Marquise: Stop by and say hello too ur son
50 Cent: What the f*ck are you taking about I’m not f*cking with you after this I leave Atlanta in the morning.
Marquise: So come thru then
50 Cent: F*ck you
Marquise: No need for all that
50 Cent: You are bigger enough to know better so f*ck you stop texting me
Marquise: Ight
50
Cent: Tell your mother she won. She has you and ill make another.
I will have nothing to do with you. Don’t text me ever again.
Marquise: U keep texting me lol
50 Cent: It’s cool I will never go out of my way again. You disrespectful little mother f*cker.
Marquise: Lol u never do I don’t know not that doesn’t even call there son for his birthday
Marquise: Or get him a gift for his b-day or for Christmas.
50 Cent: You are your mothers son. I don’t have a son anymore.
50 Cent: F*ck you all you want is a gift. Like your mother and your ungrateful sister.
50 Cent: Delete my number.
50 Cent: You never call what the f*ck I’m suppose to call you to give you something sorry
Marquise:
Welp if u feel that way, I don’t about no gift it’s the thought that
means the most, remember this money ain’t everything
Marquise: I’m tired of calling u, why don’t call me and please can’t wait to hear this excuse
50
Cent: Good luck with you life man. I tried to come talk to you.
You din’t have to have me come all the way out there if you don’t to see
me you little ass hole.
50 Cent: I don’t have to make a excuse
for anything. I’m a grown ass man boy. You talking about money ain’t
everything. Your right but when you don’t have any your gonna understand
why I work so hard. I’m done texting you delete my number.
Marquise:
Thank u, and u know dang well u ain’t come out here too see, but if
that’s what u want to stick then I’m sorry, and I know why u work
hard, ok, god bless
50 Cent: Are you f*cking stupid.
LOL! This is just too funny!
Although 50 had been having custody troubles with Shaniqua Thompkins, Marquise’s mother, they aren’t his only legal woes. He faces
up to five years in jail and $46,000 in fines after being hit
with domestic violence and vandalism charges relating to a June 23
argument with another woman who has his child.
The woman told
police that during a June 23 argument, Jackson began destroying property
at her condo before she locked herself into a bedroom. She claimed
Jackson kicked open the bedroom door and kicked her, causing injury. The woman told police she had been in a three-year relationship and has a baby with Jackson.
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