Exactly two days ago, lyricist extraordinaire Remy Ma basically bodied Onika “Nicki Minaj” Maraj. There was an undercurrent or subliminals jabs being thrown for a while but more recently the last two songs Nicki did features on. Now we know Remy Ma  has been locked for about eight years and was released about 2 years ago. Nicki Minaj has been doing her thing that whole time and basically took over a landscape with no contenders. She self crowned herself the queen of rap and even when Lil Kim went up against her basically telling the world that Nicki copied everything Lil Kim was. I mean if you couldn’t the see that you were truly blind. But once Nicki really got her stride, her whole look began to change as did her flow. When most artists come out especially in the hip hop game, hungry is never an issue. They want to be put on and be known so they can make that money. That is what Onika was before Nicki was born. We then saw her basically on everybody’s song or album and that album blowing up and riding high on Billboard and ITunes Charts. Nicki then realized that making music for the masses isn’t hard as long as the beat is there and she can say whatever foolishness she wishes. I mean I have heard the missteps with Stupid ho being a prime example but that didn’t really dent her. She then put her name on clothes and has her own drink. She made sure her money was gonna come in no matter the 3 360 deals she signed. The rap landscape was too open for a female rapper and realistically those that challenged her  only had their die hard fans stand behind them. 

This is why the Remy Ma diss was the wake up call Ms. Onika needed. This is example of complacency gone wrong. When the landscape is open , it is not time to rest in your laurels.  The hip hop game out of all the music genres always has a hungry new one on the horizon and if you are not looking you will get hit by a Mack truck. Remy Ma pulled no punches and flatlined Nicki. 

Remy Ma shether
[Hook]

(I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER

(Will) You ain’t the queen, I’ll show you

(Not) Lipo your ass and belly

(Lose) I prove you lost already
[Verse]

They told you your whole career I’d come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!

I told you I wasn’t talkin’ about your dumb
shETHER lyrics by Remy Ma complete  
[Intro]

Free Remy!

(Word)

You know what? Free Remy!

Fuck you, Free Remy!

(Fuck Nicki Minaj)

Are you dumb?

You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?)

You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?)

(Fuck Nicki Minaj)

Are you forgettin’ that I pressed you before, bitch?

(Fuck Nicki Minaj)
[Hook]

(I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER

(Will) You ain’t the queen, I’ll show you

(Not) Lipo your ass and belly

(Lose) I prove you lost already
[Verse]

They told you your whole career I’d come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha!

I told you I wasn’t talkin’ about your dumb ass

It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass

Talking cray, and we all know that you dumb ass

You get Donkey of the Day, yeah you dumb ass

Let’s be honest, you stole that line ’bout bitches being your sons

How you take my ’09 jail tweet and run?

Talking ’bout bringing knives to a fight with guns

When the only shot you ever took was in your buns

And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped

He couldn’t fuck you for three months because your ass dropped

Now I don’t think y’all understand how bad her ass got

The implants that she had put in her ass popped

I was like, “Damn, 90 days and you couldn’t have box?

Did she at least compensate? Start giving you mad top?

Her name Minaj, right? She ain’t throw you some bad thots?”

He said “Nah,” that’s when I knew you was really a trash bop

You was screaming “Free Remy” when I was upstate doomed

But now that they freed Remy, you don’t sing the same tune

Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves

Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens

Daily News, “Her career’s over,” “She was kinda stupid,”

But you saw a opportunity ’cause you a opportunist

Left your Day 1 ’cause you heard he was on some cheat shit

Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit

But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit

Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with?

And we all know it was a beef that you started

Pillow-talking out of your ass, this bitch retarded

Now you gotta die, you dearly departed

Blood bath, when I catch you, a real red carpet

Now what I’ma do, I’ma just stick to the facts

Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch going backwards

Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie

Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?

After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?

Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie

And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap

The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap

No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can’t have a ghostwriter

And that’s why this is my house, Flo Rida

Niggas done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning

And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain’t winning

You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I’m sorry

You can’t get her online with out Safaree!

Mentioning guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond

Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz

Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro

I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes

They gassing you up, but you been on E, though

“Pills and Potions,” yep, you been on E, hoe

Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit

Rem Belushi, I’m a Ghostbuster, bitch

I’m supposed to be scared ’cause you bought your Barbie chain back?

I’ll revert to “Ante Up,” you’ll get your Barbie chain yapped

Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach

Show you how to use your name, you be using your name wack

I’m saying, how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?

I’ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage

I’m getting money like Nicky Barnes, I’m the big homie

I responded in less than 48 Hours, Nick Nolte

Getting close like Nick Jonas, gripping the gauge

Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage

You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch

Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick

Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won’t understand it

I’m Wild’n Out, bout to hit Nick with the Cannon

How are you on the VMAs acting like you hood?

Way across the stage, talking ’bout “Miley, what’s good?”

That’s Hannah Montana, she was always happy

You only fronted on Mariah ’cause Mariah don’t carry

Tried to disrespect Taylor ’cause Taylor wasn’t Swift enough

Pillsbury Doughgirl, Remy pick the biscuit up

I’m jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me

Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me

You said you never fucked Wayne, how stupid I look, B?

Get the picture, I’ll expose you, I’m kind of a bully

You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie

‘Cause you was sucking his dick and now he tired of your nookie

You claimed you never fucked Drake, now that’s where you took me

You fucked the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie?

Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie

To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy

And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal

Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic

Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it

Any videos, promotions come out of your budget

Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it

You make like 35 cents off of each ducat

I own my masters, bitch, independent

So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten

Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him

You a motherfucking worker, not a boss like Rem

You’re done, them pop chicks ain’t get the news yet

Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah and I’m the new vet

I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch

Talking shit about me to a deaf bitch

And usually I have sympathy for the impaired

But not when you hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea

But you point your fingers at me?

I’m the bad girl when she the one out here misleading the black girls?

All these fake asses influenced by that girl

Dying from botched surgeries, what a sad world

But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob

Sucking cock for records, captain of the cum squad

And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz

Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj

You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul

How you spending money to support a pedophile?

He a walking dead man, sending threats to him

I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken

Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick

Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics

You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick

Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick

Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants

We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants

Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers

Yeah, you must think you Drake and I’m Twitter fingers

VH1, watch this

You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch
[Outro]

Don’t ever in your fucking life play with me

That’s on the set!

You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record

You tried it on your little freestyle

They was both duds, just like every other one was duds

Just like this last one was a dud

But what you not gonna do is keep subbin’ me

Big…Pun!

I send a fucking headshot, you dead, bitch!

Will not lose!

While all this happened, Nicki decided to show her anger toward those who were mentioned in the diss and post her charts and Remy’s charts numbers and then post their respective net worth. Now while that may appease the new music  consumer, those that follow old school hip hop are waiting for Nicki to go in the booth and respond. Some are waiting for Nicki to come back and re-awaken the beast that is named Roman and actually doing rapping than the pop rap she has been doing for the past eight years.  

It seems though that Nicki is bothered but only to a certain degree. She is out here shooting videos reviving her ‘Barbie’ persona and making her coin. 

Whatever the outcome, hopefully it will increase Remy Ma’s  profile and fill her coffers and makes Nicki go back to being hard while making bank. 

Either way, decent distraction from the bullshit that is the United States right now.