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If we must get political, Remy gave us a lot to unpack in her dis. A friend and I had a meaningful conversation about the hoe-shaming and policing of women’s bodies present in Remy’s track, and how Minaj’s strategic media manipulation has positioned her to be the pop icon she is today. You can check it out, below.
But I want to make clear that this isn’t about two women being pitted against each other. The bigger issue is the systemic divestment of women in hip-hop. The scene only seems to be able to make room for one or two female rappers at any given time, a fact that makes identifying your competition all too obvious. It would be much more in the spirit of hip-hop if both Nicki and Remy had crews of other femcees supporting them. It would provide them both with more ammunition for their rhymes and would be a catalyst for more quality content. When your reputation is at stake, you tend to produce more quality work.
For fans, there are repercussions to the narrative that there is only one seat available at the top, and once your ass is in it there is no more competition. It limits the range of creativity we get from mainstream lady rappers and dilutes the importance of skill as a staple of the genre.
I see this moment as a homecoming for Nicki Minaj. The Queen/King of Rap title isn’t fixed like a monarchy that you hold until the death after you’ve attained it. It’s something that you have to fight for over and over again, not with receipts from your album sales or bank accounts, but with raw talent. Both she and Remy have that, but is Nicki still willing to prove it?