The Clipse are back with a jittery collage of wealth porn and crack synonyms. Emcees Pusha-T and Malice set out to rescue rap from those "dunce cappin' and cazooin'." You know, the "penny ante n*gg*z" and "Jo-Jo dancers" who line up round the block as our boys shuffle "snow" and "diet coke." Throughout Hell Hath No Fury, the mundane is made obscene, and words are twisted to meet the group's glistening white worldview. As they repeatedly remind us: "Keys open doors." Think about that while you "getcha nostrils clear."