This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Beauty and Da Brat? Believe it.
After years of playing the homegirl in baggies and braids, Chi-town rhyme queen Da Brat dolls it up on her third CD, dropping a new look with enough curves, cleavage and crotch shots to make Li’l Kim and Foxy Brown seem like coy choirgirls. Thankfully, she stops short of giving her sound a similar makeover. Still the roughest, toughest, trash-talkingest women on the block, Brat also has the maddest skills. On these 17 bumptious tracks (mostly written and produced by Jermaine Dupri), she delivers her foul-mouthed raps in a slippery, Snoop-style slur — that is, when she isn’t going ballistic like Busta Rhymes or tossing off motormouthed syncopations with enough firepower to stand up to Eminem. Brat may look like a lady, but she’s still one of the boys.
