As nasty as Lil’ Kim used to be, Trina boldly positions herself as the new queen of randy hip-hop tales in which sex is a contact sport played by rival genders. Spare Miami-bass beats provide the apt low end for her below-the-belt rhymes. And a song about the pain of loving a violent, cash-obsessed thug shows that she’s as skilled at speaking truths as she is at hawking fantasies. A-