Lil' Kim's Naked Truth makes a bold move: no breasts on the cover. In light of all her drama, the gimmick comes easy: lustful to lyrical; hustler to humble; Coco Chanel to Dave Chappelle. Forget ashy to classy this Cartier bustier millionaire went from honey to money to funny. But for all of her "all night" boasts, she fails to follow through on Naked Truth; rappers have sustained conceits longer complaining about parking tickets than the Queen Bee does dealing with some serious jail time. Instead we get a stab at the Shady/Aftermath sound on "Quiet," a chance corprophiliac metaphor regarding a "Kitty Box"; Snoop singing on "Kronik"; and a series of answering-machine sketches!? Nonetheless "Spell Check" has a Timbaland-biting industrial vacuum-cleaner touch and some nifty wordplay involving you guessed it spelling. The Biggie-biting "All Good" is seriously bumpalicious, and her tracks with T.I. and Bun B straight kill it. So what if the 25th Hour talk lasts barely half an hour: That's just perfect for the short-attention-span lover or hater in all of us.