Introduction
“Red Ruby Da Sleeze” is a trail by the celebrated American rapper, singer, and songwriter Nicki Minaj. Released in 2023, the song showcases Minaj’s signature drift and lyrical aptitude.
Born Onika Tanya Maraj in Trinidad and Tobago, Nicki Minaj rose to celebrity in the late 2000s with her especial flow, bold persona, and adaptable delivery. She quickly became one of the most important digit in hip-hop, known for her elaborate costumes, vary egos, and rapid-fire rhymes.
“Red Ruby Da Sleeze” exemplifies Minaj’s aptitude to blend memorable hooks with bright wordplay. The track features her emblem assurance and braggadocio, as she asserts her dominance in the rap game while display her success and wealth.
With its contagious beat and indelible lyrics, “Red Ruby Da Sleeze” became a fan favourite and further freeze Nicki Minaj’s status as one of the secondary figures in modern rap music. The song’s success added to Minaj’s already amazing catalogue of hits, presenting to her legacy as one of the most important artists of her generation.
Lyrics
Queen
Only on them C’s if it’s breeze
Red Ruby Da Sleeze, Chinese on my sleeve
These wannabe Chun-Li’s, anyway, 你好 (你好)
Who the f- told bitches they was me now? (Ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain’t know these bitches senile (ooh)
Married a shooter ‘case you niggas tried to breathe loud (brr-brr)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, “Cease fire”
I’m the A, B side (ha)
700 on the horses, when we fixin’ to leave
But I don’t fuck with horses, since Christopher Reeves
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it’s flips all in the whips
It’s 40s with 30 clips, FN’s with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin’ on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah, ah, ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like “Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah”
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that
Well, I’m a tease like that
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don’t be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that
Why I’m a freak like that?
Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah, ah, ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I’m cookin’ in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don’t fill pot holes
Dorito bitches, mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes that’s watching me like Movados (click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes
Big truck, but I’m alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I’m going postal (brr)
These bitches rapping like my blooper roll
Desert Eagle, if your nigga acting super bold
(Got ’em, got ’em, got ’em) got ’em like, “Uh-oh”
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle, you fucking bozo
That .40 cal’ll make ’em dance like a go-go
Super facts, that’s word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
‘Cause bitches couldn’t walk in my Crocs, that’s word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
600 horse, how you gon’ catch the boss?
Caught ’em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth
See, the difference is I run businesses
If I ain’t employ you, then what yo’ business is?
I’ll have staff roll up like, “What the business is?”
“Oh, you don know that my niggas kill witnesses?”
Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah, ah, ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like, ah
Rude boy want me touchin’ on his body, like, yeah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
If you want me to stay, I’ll never leave
If you want me to stay, we’ll always be
If you want me to stay, love endlessly
If you want me to stay