It's the same old story: Rapper writes songs dissing a whole bunch of other, more famous rappers, gets shot and stabbed over and over, befriends Eminem and Dr. Dre and makes a record that ends up hogging the number-one space on the charts. Really, could 50 Cent be any more predictable? The thug from Queens backs up half the hype on his debut with slow smack-talking tales of sex, cash and guns--with accompanying sound effects--that keep it sinister and seriously street. Whenever Em appears (he does twice), he blows away his protégé, and the Dre-produced joints--"In Da Club" and "If I Can't"--are as exceptional as expected. But unless you are the president of the NRA or addicted to Cops-type tales, 50 Cent's debut is strictly small change.