Classic. Title track is an anthem.

A work of its time, for better or for worse. The representative misogyny doesn't carry well to today, but if you want to call it fiction and an ode to the reality of life in South Central, it's lyrical and rich. This stands above its peers for its popularization of G-funk and put Dre atop the pedestal of producers, at least for a little while. Without this album, we never get the Snoop-Martha Stewart friendship either, so thank you for that Andre.

Shameika is a slap. Apple's angular, almost baroque compositions are unlike anything else you hear nowadays - her collabs with Jon Brion ennobled her to each new heights, and she does that here.