January 18, 2007

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Fat Joe, Me, Myself & I
Virgin Records, 2006

Joe’s got quite the amount of rep to try and regain after that dog-gone-girl-is-mine stunt he pulled with Judakiss on Paris Hilton’s album, not to mention the aftermath of same, during which her label Gestapo turned her and Joe into a sort of Frankenrap dynamic duo to get jaws quivering in the right nightspots. We could go on forever about how thoroughly disgusting that all was – despite the tough-man OG raps he lays down here it’ll never de-feather that albatross, but the beats are hard as anything he’s done, which counts for something whether or not you’ve given up on the guy. After some badass posturing for the honkies (including throwing out the metal guitar line from Bo Hansson’s “Excursion With Complications”) he hooks up with pretend-play 50 Cent-haters Game and Lil Wayne for the usual symphonics and mono-layered bollocks. Scott Storch is around, mainly to remind all concerned parties that everybody here actually does own a Benz, and finally Joe breaks down about his ma in “Benedicion Mami,” which, reading between the lines, is a way of saying “Hey, forget Paris, I sprouted from a human embryo just like you, man.” Holy buzzkill. C+E.W.S.