Let's get one thing straight: Jadakiss is a born and bred gangsta. Gangstas spend a significant amount of time selling crack and a lesser amount counting their money and putting bullets in the people who cross them. If a gangsta manages to navigate the game, he will have a fair bit of non-taxable income. This tendency, along with the swaggering bravado that comes from possessing greater quantities of cash than his peers, will often attract large numbers of the types of females that get off on that kind of thing.
Let's get another thing straight: writers write best about what they know. Thus, the question is not whether or not Jada's will be another gangsta album, but whether or not Kiss and his producers have the talent to make redundant themes sound fresh. They do.
On Kiss the Game Goodbye's first track, "Jada's Got a Gun," a singing voice comes over Swizz Beat's haunting deep-base piano chords and electric distortion to inform us that "on the streets, shit is fucking real out here." The beat drops in and we soon know that "Jada's got a gun...and I been had one, so don't forget that: .357 magnum with no kickback--put em all in your sixpack." That's your abdomen, not your Natty Lite.
For most of the album Jada's flawless flow gets accompaniment from top-notch producers. The Alchemist's orchestral-string-based beat on "We Gonna Make It" is next-level good, and on "Ain't Nobody Better," DJ Premier shows us why. In case that's not enough, Nas drops one of his best verses since "Illmatic" and Nate Dogg sings on a chorus.
Jada's first album is a 21-track lyrical and musical tribute to pulling triggers, getting rich from other people's crack habits, and giving the dick to bitches. It is also brilliant.
