This album was one of the most iconic and memorable albums of my mid teenage years, when I was like 16/17, hustling grams and smoking blunts in my boys car after school, getting hotel rooms and drinking hennessey and corona til I blacked out, I have memories of friends that aren't alive anymore listening to this, like vivid and clear memories of sniffing coke and drinking in hotel rooms with all the girls from school in a little 500 sq ft hotel room, with like 20 people in it...., ''PIMP' my lil homie quoting that shyt like it was scripture, 'She love that Gucci, that Fendi that Prada', I had no idea what ANY of that shyt was....
This dude quoted this album, and applied 50's 'wisdom' to our lives with the fervor of a preacher, using it in arguments, conversationally, I'm sure everyone had a friend like that...'Well you know like 50 said, I'm that nikka tryna holla cuz I want some bread' (rubbing his hands together like Birdman and cackling like a madman) my homies throwing my name in the 'Bloodhound' hook '_____' loves to move crack' all drunk as fukk, getting high in the bathroom at 4:00 AM with 4 faded girls, pulling down their shorts and all that, doing lines listening to 'If I Can't'....
When I was wearing scuffed up tennis shoes and black t shirts, with $300 in re'up money in my pocket, in straight up ones, fives, and tens,....'Poor Lil Rich', 'High All The Time', you went to sleep and woke up with this album, rolled the first blunt of the day when everyone (but me) had their lil XBox with all the hot shyt on it, and everyone had a long G-Unit playlist. We thought we were killing the game, pulling up 4 deep in a 5 seater or my boys Tahoe playing 'Heat', or 'Don't Push Me' lol
'21 Questions' blaring at all the house parties, high school hook ups and first loves in the background, posted in the living room, table full of Heineken and blunts being rolled, no one could tell me ever, I don't have love for that album and that time in my life, it's way deeper then a rap album, it's like my childhood and my friends that passed and got left behind, and memories and people that will never come back wrapped up in this album and Spring and Summer of 2003.
However, today, (and even months after that summer) judged by strictly the music, this is as formulaic and creatively dead of an Interscope (let's really embrace our white fans) album, it's contrived and insincere, offers NO insight besides a track or two into 50 Cent, has that standard, dated, clunky Aftermath/Dre production, and aside from maybe 5 tracks, is really best judged through nostalgia, because without, we would not be kind to an album this blatantly designed to sell a lot of records.