Collect Call From... 50 Cent

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DAY 5
October 3, 2:10 p.m.
50 dials in from his Suburban on I-84, somewhere outside Waterbury, Connecticut.

“I’m on the road right now. Me and my driver Bruce are headed to New York to pick up my son, Marquise. Since I won the court thing, I get him every other weekend. His mom and I don’t talk at all—we do everything through a lawyer. It’s unfortunate. You know when you’ve done so much for a person that they develop a sense of entitlement? She’s like that. I mean, her shoe habits, man!

“We’re staying in New York tonight, because my son has football practice on Long Island in the morning. He just started a couple of weeks ago. I’ve seen him play basketball, but this will be the first time I get to watch him play football. He’s a tight end and o-lineman. He’s having a totally different type of upbringing than I did. He’s not even hood at all. He remembers me getting shot,  but that’s it. And he’s real competitive and arrogant—I have no idea where he gets that from.”

DAY 6
October 4, 10:38 p.m.
After a full day of father-son bonding, 50 calls shortly before bed.

“We ended up driving home to Connecticut last night. My son’s team won their game, so the coach said they didn’t have to practice. Marquise played all right. I think they mostly let him play ’cause he’s 50 Cent’s kid.

“This morning I had to do some work in the studio, so I set him up with Wii bowling to keep him occupied. Them shits is amazing—they’re like baby­sitters! Then we did some training: a little basketball and about 30 minutes on the treadmill. Marquise is about to be 12, and he weighs 137 pounds—he’s turning into a little butterball. He’s a chubster. I think his mother feeds him too much fast food. But it’s all right. I was the same at that age.

“Tonight I took him to see a movie—mine! Righteous Kill. Mostly it was an ego boost for me—like, ‘See your dad up there with Pacino and De Niro? Pretty cool, right?’ He was like, ‘Yeah, Dad—that’s pretty cool.’”

DAY 7
October 5, 5:10 p.m.
50 files the final dispatch from his New York office, where he’s attending to his favorite business: business.

“Earlier, I took Marquise by to see his grandmother on Long Island. He’s on his way back to his mother’s now. We had a good weekend—I’ll miss him.

“I just got out of a meeting with a high-end clothing brand. They want me to invest. They don’t even care about my celebrity—they want money. I’m ­thinking about it, crunching the ­numbers. Then I went over the first ­episode of my new MTV show. It’s ­similar to The Apprentice—a bunch of guys who want to start their own businesses compete for $100,000 in seed money. I teach them about power using The 50th Law, my new self-­improvement book. You always gotta think about cross-­marketing.

“This afternoon I’m doing some color-correction on Before I Self Destruct, my new movie that I wrote, produced and directed myself. I also got meetings about my new dietary-supplement business and the relaunch of my clothing line. And then I have a meeting with the label staff about marketing the actual album. It’s a lot for a Sunday. But the thing you have to understand about me is, I’m an addict. I’m addicted to winning. And there’s no rehab for that.”