With his fourth album, Harlem rapper Jim Jones tries to please just about everyone, mixing up radio hits, club tracks, weepy slow ones and a Cam'ron dis (the menacing "Frienemies"). He rhymes more like a ghetto businessman than a natural talent, sprinkling gruff rhymes with silly lines such as "Niggas is pussy like diaphragms." But his open-armed commercialism mostly works: "Na Na NaNa Na Na" turns a kid's chant into a catchy cash-flaunting song that's wonderfully out of step with our current economic state.