text: Chea, Nicki Minaj
  Dirty Money, Young Money
  Yo, why the fuck these little bitches always talking shit about what they did and...?
  I dont give a fuck, bitch!
  Nicki Lewinsky
  Look 
  When you was on stage with your brain on drugs
  Nick-Nack, Carry Crack, what my nickname was
  And when you was in the hood with bottles of OE
  I was OT, looking real low-key
  I do a striptease if the cops stop me
  A pair of Guess jeans and some beef and broccoli
  I was at the Rucker, I was sippin on a Smuckers
  I was rockin hats that was made for the truckers
  Thats when I hopped out the pink on pink
  Hate it when a bitch act like her shit dont stink
  See you was drippin wet, you was jumpin in the crowd
  I was in a jet, I was swervin through a cloud
  You know, Imma put them bitches in a time machine and, and, and, and... send em back to the past and shit
  Bitches always talking bout shit they did and all that
  Bitch, get in a time machine!
  Time machine bitches always talkin about the old days
  When they was hot, when they was tourin with the OJs
  I tell a bitch this: Im not impressed, bitch
  Im Nicki M, trick, Im always on the guest list
  Im on my way to Rikers Island with a couple hard
  Im on a bike, nine-five-four double R
  And they dont write shit, they might write a couple bars
  Thats why they getting drop-dropped, like a couple cars
   NY to NO
  Late Night shows, like Letterman and Leno
  End, where you cut it, home-slice, your gar-bage
  White boys tell me that I rock, like guitars
  See, see, you see Anna Mae?
  Im about to slap yall bitches round and call yall Anna Mae
  Like, that, thats what yall gon get in a minute, real talk, like
  Cause, you know, this is 08 now, like
  So, anything you talk about, like, it gotta be, it gotta be, at least, within a two-year radius type shit, like
  I dont care what happened 50 years ago, like
  You know, you know, you know, call-- all bets are off, bitches
  You know, game just begun