The 200 Greatest Hip-Hop Albums of All Time

After the horrific tragedy at his Astroworld Festival, it’s hard to listen to this album with much objectivity, let alone any sympathy. But it’s also impossible to deny that Scott’s breakthrough hasn’t loomed largely over the last few years of rap. Scott incorporated sounds and ideas from across the hip-hop spectrum, from the Drake-assisted smash “Sicko Mode” to the Screwston slither of “5% Tint” to the throwback jazz-rap of “Coffee Bean,” fusing his myriad impulses into an ambitious avant-crunk full of woozy, frenzied discovery. It’s a shame we’ll most likely never be able to appreciate the innovations here the same way again. —J.D.

Working a primal whine of been-done-wrong romantic angst, his vocals marinating in effluvial synths that sounded even more bummed than he was, Jarad Higgins staked his claim as an emo-rap star on his debut album. He wasn’t even 20, but Juice WRLD sounded like he was shouldering enough burden (bad love, bad drugs, bad health) to last a lifetime — a performative self-cancelation that turned out to be tragically prophetic. And songs like “All Girls Are the Same” and “Lucid Dreams” turned his epic sadness into undeniable pop confections. —J.D. 

Mr. Hood is a marvel of youthful imagination, and a reflection of hip-hop’s short-lived Native Tongues era. The album is bracketed with skits featuring “Mr. Hood,” a character built from instructional records whose journey reflects brothers Zev Love X and Subroc’s evolution of knowledge of self. “I’m not your average everyday/Cotton pickin’ or bailin hay/Hoe trickin’ brother who likes to eat chicken,” asserts the latter on “Humrush,” which floats on a Sesame Street sample. Zev Love X would later find fame as MF Doom, a rapper famed for his cut-up method of lyricism. But here, it’s his accented flow and quirky punchlines that dominate, and the way he speaks “bold print like black spray paint” on “Trial ‘N Error.” —M.R.

A meeting of a relentlessly down-to-earth rapper and an elusive production genius, the second summit between Gary, Indiana, MC Freddie Gibbs and iconic beat-warper Madlib is at once hard-nosed and hard to pin down. Gibbs delivers gritty, textured rhymes, while Madlib’s beats create a constantly shifting backdrop — from “Freestyle Shit,” in which the scratches and pops of an old record take a molten life of their own, to the Seventies smooth-jazz sunshine of “Crime Pays” to “Fake Names,” which shifts on a dime from spine-tingling tension to trippy beauty. Gibbs navigates every subtle, seismic change with the ease and gravity of a seasoned pro. —J.D.

Before he was murdered in 2015, The Jacka embodied Bay Area rap at its most compelling and contradictory. He was a devout Muslim who detailed the small twists of fate that define hustling in the streets, and deployed a soft, whispery voice that nevertheless evoked concrete hardness. He released dozens of projects, but Tear Gas is his most successful due to “Glamorous Lifestyle,” a hydraulic-sized anthem produced by Traxamillion and featuring San Francisco OG Andre Nickatina. Just as important are deep, reflective cuts like “Dopest Forreal,” where he raps, “It’s hopeless for real, am I the dopes for real/Or just a coke pusher, huh, hoping I live?” For all the bravado, the Jacka was able to look beyond his immediate circumstances, a talent that made his untimely demise a tragic one. —M.R.

The Chicago sex-rap savant’s rhymes are devilishly clever and comically over-the-top: “Coochie guaranteed to put you to sleep so damn soon/Ridin’ on that dick, I’m readin’ ‘Goodnight Moon,’ ” she raps on the diabolically playful “Duck Duck Goose.” Ephorize would be fun if it was just a spree of hilarious dirty one-liners, but its full of sonic surprises too — the beat on ”Cartoons” sounds like gamelan music played on an old radiator, and “Total” swerves into tropo-pop territory. Cupcakke is lyrically bold as well, from the hard-won vulnerability of “Self Interview”  to the daring pro-LGTBQ anthem “Crayons.” —J.D.

“I come from the most dangerous city in this universe — you’re likely to get shot at birth,” rhymes Somali-born Canadian K’Naan on his debut album. Like the rest of The Dusty Foot Philosopher, the sentiments are neither sensationlized nor self-pitying, as K’Naan details his upbringing in war-torn Mogadishu with a light, sometimes even comic, touch. The music incorporates both traditional African instrumentation and airy funk grooves, and the first verse of “If Rap Gets Jealous” is one of hip-hop’s greatest — a summary of K’Naan’s own fuck-ups, traumas, and optimism that leads to a boast you’d be hard-pressed to get from an American MC: “I’ll tell you straightforward, I’m poor.” —C.H.

Exuding an almost statuesque coolness and detachment, A$AP Rocky used his debut mixtape to show off a taste in beats that was just as impeccable as his soon-to-be-famous fashion sense. He was a New York rapper with little interest in regional allegiance or purism, landing closer to Houston than Harlem on his two hits, “Peso” and “Purple Swag.” With top producers like Clams Casino and SpaceGhostPurrp shaping the sound, Live. Love. A$AP glides by with a slo-mo grandeur that gives Rocky’s relatively banal brags and a moody, ethereal luster — as if we’re stepping inside his multimillion-dollar dream. —J.D.

When he was tragically killed during a home invasion at just 20 years old, Pop Smoke was the leading light of Brooklyn’s emergent drill scene, and you can hear why on his debut mixtape. His bottomlessly gruff, coldly diabolical voice radiates unyielding menace, viscous resilience and, most powerfully, complete triumph as he navigates appropriately bare-knuckled production from U.K. drill don 808Melo. Meet the Woo contains the hits “Welcome to the Party” and “Dior,” irresistible, inescapable songs that proved Pop Smoke was a worthy heir to the throne of New York rap. —J.D.

Tokyo-born, Berkeley-raised Tom Shimura (a.k.a. Lyrics Born) made excellent alt-rap with the duo Latyrx, most notably the depressed classic “Balcony Beach.” Shimura’s solo debut went in the opposite direction, focusing on fun and piling up grooves for days. Whether dropping tongue-twisting rhymes or indulging his gruff soul-man croon, LB is a genial host; he even makes his bad dreams sound funky as hell. A series of West Coast buddies — Joyo Velarde, Latyrx partner Lateef the Truthspeaker, Gift of Gab, Cut Chemist — drop by, but in truth everyone is invited to LB’s party: See “Callin’ Out,” a P-Funk-style anthem that, in a fair world, would be blasting from every backyard barbecue in the land. —C.H.

Los Angeles rapper Drakeo the Ruler, who died in 2021, was one of modern hip-hop’s most evocative mumblers, working a relentlessly low-key molten flow and a persona that was at once cold-eyed and heavy-lidded. On his finest release, he raps behind, through, and outside the beat, sounding yawningly unimpressed with other rappers’ fake boasts (the hilarious “Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You”) and even resolutely unimpressed with even his own amoral accesses (”This a fully automatic/I let my kids hold the semis,” he notes with a hey-whatever shrug). It’s the sound of a dude who refuses to conform to any rules other than his unreadable logic. —J.D.

When Nipsey Hussle released Crenshaw, he announced that limited-edition CDs would cost $100. It inspired debate about the value of music in the age of streaming; impressed by the stunt, Jay-Z bought several dozen copies. Still, Crenshaw is more than just a marketing gimmick. The music, airy and dramatic, presents a West Coast version of Rick Ross’ luxury-rap formula, with Nipsey as the hustler balling out despite long odds. On “Don’t Take Days Off,” he describes how “I grew up in a town they don’t make it out of/If you Black, you don’t live to see a man.” In light of Nipsey’s murder in 2019, those words sound haunting now. — M.R.

Charlie Ahearn’s film is justly celebrated for its joyous depiction of youths navigating the protean Bronx hip-hop scene and the downtown Manhattan art world. The soundtrack, masterminded by Ahearn and Chris Stein of Blondie, is nearly as important for creating a rare document of a mythic era. It turns the spotlight on a handful of legendary artists whose lack of recorded hits belies their importance: Grandmaster Caz and Cold Crush Brothers, the Fantastic Freaks, Double Trouble (former Funky 4 + 1 members Rodney Cee and KK Rockwell), Rammellzee, Busy Bee, and Grand Mixer D.ST. They perform in live cuts that crackle with energy – even listeners new to the old school will be dazzled by “Fantastic Freaks at the Dixie” – and bring these crucial pioneers to the forefront. —M.R.

1997’s The War Report smacked down in New Yitty when a certain kind of dyed-in-the-wool boom-bap was already past its sell-by date (Snoop had come through a couple of years earlier and crushed those buildings). There’s a buoyancy to “Stick You” that stands out from the screwface existentialism of other Queens crews from that era. N.O.R.E.’s lovable goon aura animates “T.O.N.Y.,” on which he quips, “Shoot up your block and make you know me,” like it’s the LeFrak equivalent to asking to borrow sugar. And “Channel 10” is all repentant hood hymnals over chill synths: talk about fair and balanced. —W.D.

Too $hort was hip-hop’s preeminent hustler years before he signed to Jive: His first recordings were hits in Oakland when he and Freddy B were just walking their homemade tapes around the neighborhood. Too $hort’s breakthrough album, 1988’s Life Is … Too $hort, was his fifth. The A-side was incisive and radio-ready featuring the existential title track and the slow-rolling “I Ain’t Trippin’.” The B-side was the purely X-rated freaky tales that would make him a legend: Released at the middle of the PMRC-scarred ’80s, “Cusswords” featured no tale less freaky than our narrator getting oral sex from Nancy Reagan. —C.W.

One of the greatest MCs of rap’s golden era, Brooklyn teenager MC Lyte mixed deadly swagger with deeply funky rhymes. Her 1988 debut was some of the fiercest battle braggadocio around, whether on a club banger (“Lyte as a Rock”), a feminist volley (“I Am Woman”), or a searing takedown of fellow NYC rhymer Antoinette (“10% Dis”). The album handily includes her 1987 breakthrough, the oft-sampled anti-drug saga “I Cram to Understand U (Sam),” but the highlight is “Paper Thin,” an influential, fire-breathing rhyme spree that has since been reinterpreted by both Missy Elliott and Bahamadia. —C.W.

“Write it away, write it away/I just got tired of running away, running away,” Saba harmonizes on “Calligraphy,” just before he reveals that an obituary for one of his friends hangs on his wall. Details like this reveal how Care for Me is cloaked in grief over the loss of loved ones, attempts to build relationships with damaged people like “Broken Girls,” and struggles with depression. “Sometimes I fuckin’ hate Chicago ‘cause I hate this feeling,” he yells mournfully on “Prom / King.” By tying Care for Me to a singular place, Saba gives voice to a generation traumatized by everyday violence and death yet determined to utilize emotional sensitivity instead of anger to survive it all. —M.R.

Camp Lo’s Uptown Saturday Night is a kaleidoscopic blast of old-head energy — a colorful throwback to simpler times. The rub is that it was released during one of the most vexing periods in rap history — the hustle-centric peak of the Bad Boy era. “Krystal Karrington” exudes a rambunctious hostile-takeover vibe, like a pimped-out French Connection. And “Black Nostaljak AKA Come On” pairs a swank sax blurt with seductive strings, over which Geechie Suede and Sonny Cheeba trade Mackish barbs that make you feel like you stepped into a blue-from-aging old Jet issue in some around-the-way barbershop. —W.D.

There is staying on your grind, and then there is Gucci Mane. In the beginning, there was Chicken Talk, the first of what became a whopping 74 mixtapes from this Atlanta phenomenon (not to mention 15 studio albums, a few comps, and dozens upon dozens of singles and features). For many fans, the first remains the best, a funny, movie-length ode to drugs, guns, the South, and everything that comes with it. Songs like “745” and “Swing My Door” made it a key document in the evolution of both internet-era mixtape culture in general and trap in particular. —J.G.

Not too long before the city was attacked and the planet went to hell, New York’s Rawkus Records gave us the greatest hip-hop compilation ever: no skips or runners-up. You could file Soundbombing II under “backpack rap” if you were lazy. But the comp also features an Eminem all-timer (“Any Man”), Common and Sadat X at their cinematic finest (“1-9-9-9”), and the best song ever written about a political assassination (Pharoahe Monch’s “Mayor”). Soundbombing II isn’t on the big streamers, making the haze of bygone greatness all the more intense. But this album is a peak, and worth the climb to find it. —N.S.

Fast like an automatic rifle, raw like an open wound, witty as a stand-up comic, more profound than your preacher, Little Simz has talent that would be borderline intimidating … if her songs weren’t so damn hot. From the Afrobeat-inspired anthem “Point and Kill” to the soulful “Woman,” Sometimes I Might Be Introvert is one banger after the next. And each tune reveals a new layer, especially the searing “I Love You, I Hate You”: “Too much unsaid, now the silence givin’ me headaches/Only through speech can we let go of all this dead weight … Hard to not carry these feelings, even on my best days/Never thought my parent would give me my first heartbreak.” Only a virtuoso like Simz could make grappling with her dad so funky. —N.S.

Recruited by rapper-producer J-Sumbi to make an album together, Myka Nine, Aceyalone, P.E.A.C.E, and Self Jupiter were less a longstanding group than four rap talents burning down appearances at the Good Life Café in Los Angeles. To Whom It May Concern… captures the four men in several solo showcases: There’s Myka’s show-stopping evocation of Biblical apocalypse on “7th Seal,” Sumbi’s “Sunshine Men” treatise on corporate sellouts, and Aceyalone’s twisty, flowing “My Fantasy.” However, the group unites for “We Will Not Tolerate,” a chant against white supremacy set over the beat from Run-DMC’s “It’s Like That.” Positioning hip-hop lyricism as a vocal expression akin to jazz, the Freestyle Fellowship’s impact proved lasting, and their influence resonates in underground, left-of-center rap music today. —M.R.

Over his 28 albums, E-40 has proven himself to be hip-hop’s most consistently brilliant MC, a totem of independent hustle and a game-spitter welcome inside multiple generations. His second album, 1995’s In a Major Way, helped popularize so much of what rappers still love today: hyper-specific tales of drug sales, the slow-creeping pulse of Bay Area “mobb music” and — probably more than any MC in history — dictionaries full of colorful slang and inventive word tweaks. “Fifty-nine clip kizzartridge, you know I’m pizzackin’/In the mornin’, cookin’ bacon/In the ghetto in the bulletproof apron.” —C.W.

As a major label-backed attempt to bring horrorcore to the mainstream, Gravediggaz were a notable failure. But plenty of heads found pleasure in this bugged-out satire of hardcore values, fire-and-brimstone theology, and horror movie tropes. Producer Prince Paul and rappers the RZA, Frukwan, and Too Poetic conjure an East Coast response to the “Chuckie” antics of regional acts like the Geto Boys, resulting in pulpy and decidedly un-PC antics like “Diary of a Madman,” “1-800 Suicide,” and “2 Cups of Blood.” It’s a fun and ridiculously gory B-boy trip. —M.R.

Westside Gunn seemed to emerge fully formed with Flygod, offering a memorable take on the low-fi/street-rap style popularized by the likes of Prodigy and Roc Marciano. In fact, the Buffalo, New York, rapper toiled in the East Coast underground for over a decade and built a buzz before his official debut album made heads around the world take notice with unexpected cameos like turntablist hero DJ Qbert, dreamy samples from Daringer and the Alchemist, and Westside Gunn’s wheezy, off-kilter flow depicting a life of hypebeast fashion and hood politics. “Gustavo,” a languid and mesmeric pairing with poet Keisha Plum, is a slice of thug-rap perfection. —M.R.

Perhaps the fiercest freestyle rapper of the mid-late 1980s, Queens teen prodigy Lolita “Shanté” Gooden battled her toughest foe, sexism, for years before her debut LP showed up. Juice Crew producer Marley Marl relied on archetypal funk breaks (using Lyn Collins “Think [About It]” on three different songs) for Shanté to spit it and quit. Her old-school playground sass, pitiless flow, and casually eviscerating wit turned songs like “Bad Sister,” “Live on Stage,” “Have a Nice Day,” and “Go on Girl” into giddy celebrations. —C.A. 

Harlem native Cam’ron is one of East Coast hip-hop’s great outliers — gangsta swagger cut with druggy surrealism. And for a while there, he was on his hustle like a true New Yorker, cranking out albums, singles, and features at astounding speed (not to mention getting the streets to wear pink and endorsing Sizzurp Liquer with his crew Dipset). Purple Haze was the peak of classic-era Cam, somehow shoring up his delivery and getting weirder for it. Check out the impossibly smooth “Killa Cam,” the classic early Kayne track “Down and Out,” the Hill Street Blues interpolation on “Harlem Streets” and, uh, a mangled Cyndi Lauper sample on “Girls.” —J.G.

Mac Miller’s emergence from frat-rapper to the sensitive, sentimentalist you hear on this album was fitful. But with The Divine Feminine he found his voice, exploring the ups and downs of love on songs like “Dang!,” “Stay,” and the Ariana Grande duet “My Favorite Part.” With assists from Anderson .Paak and pianist Robert Glasper, the sound was appropriately gracious and sumptuous, with shades of jazz and R&B offering a lush backdrop for Miller to prove his bona fides as a generously smooth dude who’s heart was pretty much always in the right place. —J.D.

Flo Milli’s 2020 debut mixtape is full of viral-ready bars that boldly introduce us to a legit young original. The Mobile, Alabama, native flexes on the single “Beef FloMix,” spitting, “Can’t do no broke ho, they give me allergies/But I know they love my personality.” On “In the Party,” she makes being a homewrecker (”La, la, la, la, la, la, yeah, bitch, I got your man”) sound as soothing as a ratchet lullaby. And the TikTok megahit “Weak” is a colossal flex, where the 22-year-old runs down a laundry list of sprung suitors over a lush reboot of SWV’s “Weak.” —W.D.

Not just a showcase for the funkiest producer of the early sampling era, not just the first attempt by a rap producer to step out as an artist, but a platform for the entire Juice Crew umbrella, easily the most powerful and virtuosic rap crew of the late Eighties. “The Symphony,” featuring Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, and Big Daddy Kane, stands to this day as the greatest “posse cut” ever committed to wax. Roxanne Shanté (“Wack Itt”), Biz Markie (“We Write the Songs”), Intelligent Hoodlum (“The Rebel”), and MC Shan (“Freedom”) all get spotlights over Marley’s beats, testaments to the power of minimalism, experimentation, and finely chopped drums. —C.W.

By 2010, when this Mississippi talent released this, his sixth mixtape, rap blogs had crowned him king of the South. They weren’t wrong — it was genuinely exciting to hear yet another MC/beatmaker who felt like pure potential explode out of somewhere that wasn’t Atlanta or Houston. Check out the self-defining “Country Shit,” the thoughtful “Children of the World,” and the terrific “Hometown Hero,” a riff on Friday Night Lights and the complexities of small-bore fame that sums up everything important about book/movie/show in less than three and a half minutes. —J.G.