During a recent appearance on Power 105.1's The Breakfast Club, Remy Ma made it abundantly clear that she doesn't do subliminals. "If you look at the history of Remy Ma, whenever I’ve had a problem with any female in the entire game, I will say your name," she told hosts DJ Envy, Charlamagne, and Angela Yee. The assertion came in response to question as to whether she's been taking shots at Nicki Minaj in her verses, which she adamantly denied. All of that was thrown out of the window on Saturday, February 25, with her dropping "SHEther," throughout which she toys with the Young Money queen's moniker, and pulls out all of the stops in what many will contend is one of the most devastating diss tracks, ever.
Laid over the beat of Nas' classic "Ether" response to Jay-Z's "Takeover" in 2001, the track opens up with a soundbite of Minaj demanding that the law "Free Remy!" Then Remy ensues to hold court, unleashing a plethora of wordplay rich bars about her famous backside, before exposing her on everything from alleged sexual exploits and betrayal, to a rumored drug addiction, reference to STDs, and accusations of Minaj using ghost writers. Remy even brought her jailed brother into the mix, inferring that Nicki supports a pedophile for funding the alleged rapists defense.
What brings about such a full fledged lyrical onslaught, after just having denied the existence of beef between the female emcees? Judging by her rhyming "I responded in less than 48 hours, Nick Nolte," it was a line that Nicki rapped during her feature on Gucci Mane's "Make Love" single, which he dropped this week. "You see silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap / you got to sell records, you got to get plaques/ 's' plural, like the 'S' on my chest / now sit your dumb ass down, you got a 'F' on ya test," Minaj spit.
Remy is naming names now. Let's see how Nicki responds.
Read the lyrics to "ShETHER" below:
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 the 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'mma do, I'mma 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 E-Bro
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're 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'mma 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 ducket
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 Vette!
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 to hear me from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your fingers at me?
I’m the bad girl and she the one out here misleading the black girls
All these fake asses influenced by that girl
Dying from body 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 spend 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 come from [?]
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!