Upfront, unrelenting, and irritated by the notion of being anyone's favorite female MC (she'll tell you what you can suck on, and it's not what you think it is), Remy Ma delivers her first album after years of temporary spotlight grabs. Terror Squad's Lean Back was her breakout role, and the story behind it tells you all you need to know about her assertiveness (or, as she might put it, balls): while nobody was paying attention, she chopped one of Fat Joe's verses, made sure it wouldn't be recovered, and laid her own vocal down in place of it. Too knocked out by the change, Fat Joe left it in, and Remy wound up taking part in one of the biggest hits of 2004, rap or otherwise. As the mixtape appearances began to pile up, it became increasingly apparent that Remy might be able to hold her own on a full-length. With There's Something About Remy, she fulfills that promise and then some. On the breathless Whatever, Swizz Beatz turns symphonic disco strings into a warning drill, combines them with a sliding boom-clap, and provides an atmosphere that's as exciting as T.I.'s Bring 'Em Out. Though Remy's not saying anything of consequence, the fact that she can match the energy level that Swizz creates is remarkable. David Banner works a similarly amped-up beat on I'm, where Remy claims her crown and hints again that she's not merely a formidable female MC: "They say my flow is crazy and I can spit/And I rap as if I had a dick/Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch/Listen, I'm so above the average." She struts through the Scott Storch-produced Conceited, a keen amalgamation of finger snaps, Eastern twists, and string interjections learned from other producers: "Now who's that peeking in my window?/Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse." In the context of all these forthright celebrations of self, Feels So Good, a slow jam featuring the dynamite up-and-comer Ne-Yo (the writer behind Mario's Let Me Love You), almost seems like a compromise. But on Still, one of those trip-to-the-reflecting-pool album-closing tracks, she lets loose convincingly by apologizing to friends who have fallen by the wayside due to her career (if defensively so), and she also addresses family members and the complex situations they've been through with one another. While it's extremely touching, it's outshined by the vengeful and hedonistic tracks that were made for the car and the club. ~ Andy Kellman, Rovi Upfront, unrelenting, and irritated by the notion of being anyone's favorite female MC (she'll tell you what you can suck on, and it's not what you think it is), Remy Ma delivers her first album after years of temporary spotlight grabs. Terror Squad's Lean Back was her breakout role, and the story behind it tells you all you need to know about her assertiveness (or, as she might put it, balls): while nobody was paying attention, she chopped one of Fat Joe's verses, made sure it wouldn't be recovered, and laid her own vocal down in place of it. Too knocked out by the change, Fat Joe left it in, and Remy wound up taking part in one of the biggest hits of 2004, rap or otherwise. As the mixtape appearances began to pile up, it became increasingly apparent that Remy might be able to hold her own on a full-length. With There's Something About Remy, she fulfills that promise and then some. On the breathless Whatever, Swizz Beatz turns symphonic disco strings into a warning drill, combines them with a sliding boom-clap, and provides an atmosphere that's as exciting as T.I.'s Bring 'Em Out. Though Remy's not saying anything of consequence, the fact that she can match the energy level that Swizz creates is remarkable. David Banner works a similarly amped-up beat on I'm, where Remy claims her crown and hints again that she's not merely a formidable female MC: "They say my flow is crazy and I can spit/And I rap as if I had a dick/Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch/Listen, I'm so above the average." She struts through the Scott Storch-produced Conceited, a keen amalgamation of finger snaps, Eastern twists, and string interjections learned from other producers: "Now who's that peeking in my window?/Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse." In the context of all these forthright celebrations of self, Feels So Good, a slow jam featuring the dynamite up-and-comer Ne-Yo (the writer behind Mario's Let Me Love You), almost seems like a compromise. But on Still, one of those trip-to-the-reflecting-pool album-closing tracks, she lets loose convincingly by apologizing to friends who have fallen by the wayside due to her career (if defensively so), and she also addresses family members and the complex situations they've been through with one another. While it's extremely touching, it's outshined by the vengeful and hedonistic tracks that were made for the car and the club. [A clean version of the album was also released.] ~ Andy Kellman, Rovi