Most of the time when dads text their teens, it’s to send them cute messages like “Hi this is dad happy 4 the of july.” Sometimes it's an ominous "Call Me Back." Sometimes they send butt texts.

Then, every once in a while, you get a dad like 50 Cent who, according to Radar Online, uses the medium of text message to instruct his "fucking stupid...disrespectful little motherfucker" son never to contact him again.

Every dad is different.

On Monday, Radar published screenshots of a heated text message conversation purportedly between 50 Cent (né Curtis Jackson) and his 16-year-old son, Marquise Jackson. Marquise is Jackson’s son with ex-girlfriend Shaniqua Tompkins, with whom the rapper has a notoriously thorny relationship. The conversation supposedly took place on January 5 of this year, but has mysteriously surfaced just days after Jackson was charged with domestic assault and vandalism, following a dispute at another ex-girlfriend's home in June. Radar confirmed that the texts were sent from a cell phone registered to G Unit Touring, a company owned by Jackson. Jackson's attorney has not responded to a request for comment.

According to Radar, the texts show an argument between Jackson and his teenaged son over an apparently botched custody visitation. (cf. Alec Baldwin’s "rude, thoughtless little pig" voicemail recorded after daughter Ireland failed to accept a scheduled phone call from him.)

The crux of the argument seems to be a debate over whether or not Jackson attempted to visit his son on January 5th, and whether or not his son attempted to avoid him. Jackson says he saw Marquise turn off lights and shut himself up in the house when he saw his father arrive. Marquise says that his father could not have seen him inside the house, because he was in the basement, and questions whether his father visited at all.

Over the course of the ensuing conversation, Jackson purportedly asks Marquise if he is "fucking stupid" and "fucking crazy," and states that he would like a paternity test “cause that dick sucking bitch you call mom was fucking the hole [sic] time.” He also texts that his son should stop texting him.

"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."

The two then argue about whether 50 Cent ever calls his son on his birthday or buys him presents (Marquise says: Nope), whether Marquise is just after gifts (Marquise says: Nope), and whether money is everything (Marquise says: Nope, with moneybags emoji).

Here’s the complete transcript posted on Radar Online. Check out their post for screenshots:

Jackson: Hey I’m outside the house at the front door.

Jackson: I came to the front door then lights went off. What’s up?

Marquise: U lying u outside?

Marquise: Lol.

Marquise: Lol u fronting.

Jackson: 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

Jackson: Fuck you

Jackson: You are your mother child

Marquise: Lol why would u lie about that lol

Jackson: I need a blood test cause that dick sucking bitch you call mom was fucking the hole time

Jackson: 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

Jackson: Are you fucking crazy I don’t have time to play boy. I told you I would come see you. I came motherfucker start turning lights out and looking threw the blinds.

Jackson: Are you fucking stupid. You had me drive over there why do you think I needed a address shit head. I saw the lights go out then some one playing in the blinds and there no party going on. Fuck you to

Jackson: You your mother and your sister fuck all of yal.

Marquise: I might dumb, come thru then, no need to get upset

Marquise: Stop by and say hello too ur son

Jackson: What the fuck are you taking about I’m not fucking with you after this I leave Atlanta in the morning.

Marquise: So come thru then

Jackson: Fuck you

Marquise: No need for all that

Jackson: You are bigger enough to know better so fuck you stop texting me

Marquise: Ight

Jackson: 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

Jackson: It’s cool I will never go out of my way again. You disrespectful little mother fucker.

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.

Jackson: You are your mothers son. I don’t have a son anymore.

Jackson: Fuck you all you want is a gift. Like your mother and your ungrateful sister.

Jackson: Delete my number.

Jackson: You never call what the fuck 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

Jackson: 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.

Jackson: 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

Jackson: Are you fucking stupid.

UPDATE: Jackson is now claiming on Twitter that Marquise's mother, Shaniqua Tompkins, posed as Marquise during the text exchange with Jackson and sold screenshots of the conversation to a website.

"That was his mother texting me as him.she sold that to a web site.she hate me for Winning, it's hard to replace me"

[Image via Getty]

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