Nicki Minaj Breaks The Internet With Raunchy PAPER Cover

The Queen of Rap talks her new album and joint albums with Beyoncé...

Thursday, November 16, 2017 - 15:08

Has your internet been down? Blame Nicki Minaj.

The rap queen appears on the cover of PAPER magazine's winter edition three times over as she has a "Minaj à trois" with herself.

Pushing boundaries is nothing new for the larger-than-life rapper but this time she aimed to "Break The Internet". Mission accomplished? Oh, yes.

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Ear Drummers (30, you a fool for this one)
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what's up?
Young Money (yeah)
Me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63's (Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her
20,000 ones (woo), she said I'm that nigga (I am)
I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I'm a storm (ayy)
VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
She don't need make-up (make-up)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon' tell a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay)
Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (yo, yo)

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to Chyna just to race in China
Lil' bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo), cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I'm a bad bitch, I'ma throw fits on it (fits)
I'ma bust it open! I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don't date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole (rrr)

I tell all my hoes (ooh), "Rake it up (mmm)
Break it down (uh-huh, ah-ah), bag it up" (ah-ah, ah, rrr)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about
All these gossipin' ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do
You a (bitch) and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do
You a (bitch), word to my nigga $hort
We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court
(Bitch) we don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin'
We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don't do no rumors (rumors), we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty-bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yeah)
You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar
You a (bitch) and he a (bitch) and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Yo' boyfriend actin' like a (bitch), then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up (rake it, rake it)
Break it down (break it down), bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

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The sexy and colourful photo shoot - shot by the iconic Ellen von Unwerth - shows Nicki get up close and personal with herself, while the accompanying interview touches on her brand new album and joint albums with Beyoncé and Future.

"I think the real music lovers just wanna be surprised, and all they care about is if I've grown as an artist and if they're gonna be able to truly relate," she says.

"I really don't have much to say about the album other than it's great and I'm excited about it." A woman of few words... but a whole lot of promise.

Ellen Von Unwerth

As the best-selling female rapper of all time, Nicki shouldn't have anything to prove, however she feels her fourth album is her strongest and will prove her worth to all listeners.

"I feel like this new album is gonna do that. It'll make people realize, "Yeah, okay, Nicki's not going anywhere. Nicki is really who she says she is."

First of all, people haven't realised that Nicki is here to stay? Can't relate...

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Elsewhere in the interview, Nicki reveals that she was planning to record a joint album with Future recently and busy schedules meant it didn't happen.

As for joint albums with any other artists? Well, she knows the fans want one with Beyoncé but thinks it's "wishful thinking" as the two artists are in different places right now.

That's not a no, though. Right, Nicki?

Words: Ross McNeilage

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They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

A tiger
Don't lose no sleep
Don't need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don't you come for me
No, not today
You're calculated
I got your number
'Cause you're a joker
And I'm a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin' outcho mouth
'Cause I stay winning
Lay 'em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can't touch this
Another one in the casket

Your game is tired
You should retire
You're 'bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma's not a liar
She keeps receipts

So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin' outcho mouth
'Cause I stay winning
Lay 'em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can't touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can't touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
(Katy Perry)
They just know what is what
(Young Money)
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I'm never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters'll make 'em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
'Cause I make M's, they get much less

Don't be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin'
Couldn't even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin' tan
Mirror mirror who's the fairest bitch in all the land?

Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I'ma be riding by
I'ma tell my n- Biggz, yeah that's tha guy
A star's a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I'm makin' hits with Katy

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can't touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
(Do they know?)
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut
What the...

Writer(s): Brittany Hazzard, Duke Dumont, Katy Perry, Sarah Hudson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com