What?s brand-new for these older sisters of hip-hop: an ode to God, tracks so buttery you can call them buppie rap, a slice of apocalyptic raunch, and a slinky anti-prejudice collaboration with Sheryl Crow that succeeds despite platitudinous lyrics. What?s not so new anymore: skimpy old-school beats, boasts about their career and staying power, and rote odes to male booty. It?s telling of the changes in rap that S-N-P now seem like old-fashioned good girls acting bad.