Trick Daddy , one of the Dirty South's most prolific talents since he first stepped onto the scene way back in 1988 has since spawned five solo albums, four (US certified) gold and platinum plaques and a bevy of ghetto hymnals. Generating such diverse hits as battle of the sexes Na'an' with female agitator Trina , light-hearted ditty Shut Up' and socially aware Amerika ', Trick Daddy hoisted himself from the Southern underground to national admiration.

Born Maurice Young in Miami 's Jackson Memorial Hospital and reared on the wrong side of the tracks, the artist formerly known as Trick Daddy Dollars has seen his share of trying times. As one of 27 children between his mother and father, Trick got more ass whippings than lectures during his formative years. "I come from a big family. All of us are different and got our own ways," says Trick . "My daddy (is) a real street n****. My momma is from Carolina , so she growed up in the struggle. My momma got 11 children from 10 different men. My daddy got 16 sons from all kinds of women.

Trick imparts self-taught life lessons within his rhymes. Over the soulful, mid-tempo production of Trapped ', Trick warns of the revolving prison system for too many young African-American men who fall victim to Americanism'. On the moving chorus, Ronald Isley wails: "No matter how loud I cry, it don't seem loud enough/ Lord, I hope you're hearing me/ This goes out to the lonely streets." On the uplifting, R&B-ish testimony These Are the Days ,' Trick borrows heart-felt sentient from MC Lyte's unforgettable verse from "Self Destruction." In his signature burly baritone, he spits: "Leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone/ It's T-Double on the microphone/ And I can see trouble right in front your home/ As far as the kids are concerned/ Just let em live and learn/ And let em grow to be older than us/ And teach em more than gang banging, drug dealing and hold ups.../ They gone love and respect us/ And now you're having more doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers and deep sea explorers."

On the old school-tinged " Down South ," the Dade County veteran takes it back to the days of the Pac-Jam with club hoppers Ying Yang Twins and female nemesis Trina . Over a witty re-working of Midnight Star's 80s hit No Parking on the Dance Floor," they pay homage to their beloved Dirty South. Trick teams up with Jazze Pha on the mid-tempo serenade Forever .' Looming over funky electric piano chords and an interpolation of Smokey Robinson's classic "Cruisin," Jazze offers Sunday morning purring on the hook. And on " Sugar On The Tongue " featuring Ludacris and Cee-Lo crooning on hook, Trick gets his freak on accompanied by country acoustic guitar strums. Comparing women to juicy fruits, he licks: "Orally I speak the truth/ Blacker the berry/ the sweeter the juice."

Packed with more bang than an ass full of hemorrhoids, Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets is truly Trick Daddy's finest work to date. Marrying thought-provoking prose with real life heartbreak and guaranteed party favorites, Trick has truly outdone himself with a match made in thug heaven.