Rick Ross

Rick Ross presents a (slightly) kinder, gentler version of his patented mafia music formula. The production is lush, relaxed and sun-dappled, with hints of island music, breezy '80s pop and sweeping Miami synth-hop. And while Ross still finds time to remind us he made his money from dealing massive amounts of cocaine, he focuses more on the accruements of the crime life rather gory gun play. It's epicurean gangsta rap -- assured, supple and surprisingly sexy.

Bailouts? Rick Ross don't need no stinking bailouts. On his third album, the brawny
ex-dealer keeps finding different ways to say he's rich, badass and well-sexed, calling
himself "the black Phillip Drummond," "a greedy genius" and "the fat Tommy Lee." The Miami
MC is still trying to seduce you with shiny beats and slo-mo lifestyle descriptions. Ross'
player's paradise can be a very nice place to visit — outfitted with a cushy synth... More >