Date: November 1999

Ask any Nas fan what their least favorite Nas album is and four out of five will say this one (I Am... has its fair share of haters, too). At this point in his career, Nas sounded like he was confused as to whether he wanted to cater to the radio or cater to his hardcore fans. And the result was a jumbled mess of halfhearted radio records and tracks that were thrown onto Nastradamus at the last minute because of bootlegging issues. The album did serve one big purpose, though. When Nas started spitting again-like, really spitting-two years later on Stillmatic, we all appreciated it that much more.