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''Amerikaz Nightmare'' is a 2004 album by hip-hop duo Mobb Deep. It is the duo’s sixth studio album and its only on Jive Records, through a deal with the group’s own imprint. It features the singles "Got It Twisted" and "Real Gangstaz". The album debuted at #4 on the Billboard 200 with approximately 109,000 copies sold in its first week released. - Wikipedia

Mobb Deep were once the rawest motherlovers to ever bust out of the five boroughs, with a vision of juvenile nihilism and bad faith towards their fellow man rivaled only by MOP. Pure ice water ran through Havoc and Prodigy's veins, and Havoc's sonics swung low through the valley of shadows, full of minor-key thumps and curdled strings that'd even keep the RZA up at night. When this worked-as on 1995's The Infamous and 1997's Hell On Earth-it was the bite of the Apple the Queens' Jaycees didn't tell you about, the one with the maggot. This routine quickly fermented into shtick (see also: black metal, Tricky), and Biggie and Puffy's transformation of NYC into a playa's paradise was a brass ring too shiny to ignore. Invariably, 2001's crossoverified Infamy sucked. You think maybe now that 50 Cent has made it OK for NYC to be raw again (while slyly incorporating the big pimpin' aesthetic), the Mobb is primed for a comeback? Err, no. Meet the new Mobb, same as the old Mobb. Prodigy and Havoc still rock the numbed monotone, and to prove they'll never possess 50's easy charisma, they hook up with him on "Clap Them Thangs." He drops one wrote-it-on-my-palm-on-the-way-to-the-studio verse, and, in context, it shines like the Hope Diamond. And, as for the beats, well, if they were looking to make an ambient record they succeeded admirably. Nice try boys. Next time, how about some hardcore?

"Mobb Deep were once the rawest motherlovers to ever bust out of the five boroughs, with a vision of juvenile nihilism and bad faith towards their fellow man rivaled only by MOP. Pure ice water ran through Havoc and Prodigy's veins, and Havoc's sonics swung low through the valley of shadows, full of minor-key thumps and curdled strings that'd even keep the RZA up at night. When this worked-as on 1995's The Infamous and 1997's Hell On Earth-it was the bite of the Apple the Queens' Jaycees didn't tell you about, the one with the maggot. This routine quickly fermented into shtick (see also: black metal, Tricky), and Biggie and Puffy's transformation of NYC into a playa's paradise was a brass ring too shiny to ignore. Invariably, 2001's crossoverified Infamy sucked. You think maybe now that 50 Cent has made it OK for NYC to be raw again (while slyly incorporating the big pimpin' aesthetic), the Mobb is primed for a comeback? Err, no. Meet the new Mobb, same as the old Mobb. Prodigy and Havoc still rock the numbed monotone, and to prove they'll never possess 50's easy charisma, they hook up with him on ""Clap Them Thangs."" He drops one wrote-it-on-my-palm-on-the-way-to-the-studio verse, and, in context, it shines like the Hope Diamond. And, as for the beats, well, if they were looking to make an ambient record they succeeded admirably. Nice try boys. Next time, how about some hardcore?

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