This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Rapper. Actor. Director. Producer. Entertainment mogul. Pro basketball wannabe. Clearly, Percy (Master P) Miller is a busy man. Apparently, now he’s even too busy to devote much attention to his own albums.
Unlike 1997’s smoking Ghetto D — which rejuvenated gangster rap and juiced Miller’s climb to the Fortune 500 list — his eighth release Only God Can Judge Me starts off as a bland, unfocused affair. Like a guest arriving fashionably late to a party, P doesn’t even seem interested for the first 10 songs, barely even bothering to utter his monosyllabic trademark “Uhhhnn.” Eventually, he kicks into gear for a half-dozen tunes of old-school tales from the ’hood, but by then it’s too little too late. Clearly, P has his mind on his money and his money on his mind. You only wish he was as concerned with his music.
