The Best Nicki Minaj Guest Verses of All Time

Over the past 10 years, Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty aka Nicki Minaj hasn’t just cemented herself as one of the best rappers of her generation , but arguably one of the best female rappers of all time .

After dropping her first mixtape Playtime Is Over in 2007, the Queens MC continued to work on her craft until hitting gold with the breakout tape, Beam Me Up Scotty . The mixtape established Nicki as one of the hottest up-and-coming artists in the game and soon all eyes were on her.

“I was OK, but I wasn’t focusing on the music,” she told MTV shortly after Beam Me Up Scotty dropped. “I was doing pictures and stuff like that, so people knew me more for pictures than my music. But with the Beam Me Up Scotty mixtape, they have to take me seriously as an artist.”

Since then, she’s released four platinum or multiplatinum albums and scored countless global hit singles all while retaining her dominant rapping style that made her a fan favourite in the first place. In between all these achievements, she’s continued to drop scene-stealing guest verses. Let’s take a look at them here.

From 2 Chainz’s “I Luv Dem Strippers” to Drake’s “Up All Night” and of course her star-making performance on “Monster,” here are the best Nicki Minaj guest verses of all time ranked by our fans.

Released: August 27, 2010

Album: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Producer: Kanye West

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I’ll eat your brains Then I’ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs ‘Cause that’s what a motherfuckin’ monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘do Monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I’m all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I’m fake, I ain’t notice ’cause my money ain’t So let me get this straight, wait, I’m the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That’s how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really I don’t give an F-U-C-K “Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she’s fake” “She on a diet,” but my pockets eatin’ cheesecake And I’ll say, bride of Chucky, it’s child’s play Just killed another career, it’s a mild day Besides, Ye, they can’t stand besides me I think me, you, and Am’ should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give ’em whiplash I think big, get cash, make ’em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

Released: July 13, 2010

Album: Passion, Pain & Pleasure

Producer: Track Dealer, Trey Songz & Kane Beatz

Could I get that ‘trón? Could I get that Remy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim- rim-rim? Trey, I was like, “Yo, Trey” Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rosé? Okay, let’s get it now I’m with a bad bitch, he’s with his friends I don’t say, “Hi”, I say, “Keys to the Benz” Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz Motherfuckin’ right, yeah, V to the 10 If a bitch tryna get cute I’ma stomp her Throw a lot of money at her then yell “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”, then yell, “Fuck her!” Then I’mma go get my Louisville Slugger Excuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby? And we be doing donuts while we wavin’ the .380 We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin’ all around the world Do you hear me? Do you like my body? Anna Nicki Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith, yes, my dear, you’re so explosive Say, “Hi” to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now, bottoms up and double my dosage

Released: June 15, 2010

Album: Thank Me Later

Producer: Matthew Burnett & Boi-1da

Drizzy say get her, I’ma get her I got the kind of money, make a broke bitch bitter I got that kinda—wait, wait—fixate Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape? That was just a keepsake, bought the president The Louis presidential briefcase, never been a cheapskate We got the Hawks, I ain’t talkin’ about the Peach State Man, for Pete’s sake, scratch that—sweepstakes (Ha ha ha ha ha) Fuck I look like, ho? I look like “yes” and you like “no” I’m a bad bitch, I ain’t never been a mixed breed On a diet, but I’m doin’ donuts in a 6-speed M6 in front of M2 I see a lot of rap bitches on the menu But I collect 100 thou’ at the venue And pop bottles with my team, Young Money ’til the death of me

Released: October 27, 2017

Album: Culture II

Producer: Migos, CuBeatz & Murda Beatz

Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am about I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout Attention, I’ma need you to face front You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (Uh) You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti “Ayo, Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?” That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Rrrrrr)

Released: February 19, 2016

Album: The Art of Hustle

Producer: Ben Billions & Schife

Your dick ain’t good enough to be stylin’ on me You’s a bitch ass nigga to keep on wildin’ on me Hit my side nigga, “Quick, fast! Pull up in that quick, fast!” I ain’t talkin’ pancakes, but he flip a brick fast A bunch of bad bitches, ain’t doin’ the dab, bitches Dobbie and some bangs, couple Cs on their bag, bitches Fuck you mean? Fuck your little memes Even Queen Bey had to tell ’em I’m the queen Check the D, blessed indeed The executive producer, bitch, rest in peace Then he put his hands in my pants, felt them thick lips, and got wood He said, “Kylie, wuss good?” I said, “Miley, wuss good?” I said, “Could you pay my bills, like O’Reilly? Wuss good?” I just sit back and observe, all these niggas that I done curved If it go down in your DM, then baby boy, you lucky Cause 99.9%, of these fuckboys can’t fuck me

Released: February 23, 2010

Album: Battle of the Sexes

Producer: The Legendary Traxster

Yo, yo, now-now-now-now Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hangin’ like a testie Trash talk to ’em then I put ’em in a Hefty Runnin’ down the court I’m dunkin’ on ’em, Lisa Leslie It-it-it-it-it’s goin’ down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who’s playing Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy It’s Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who’s playin’ Freddy My chick bad, chef cookin’ for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin’ for me (Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me I’m in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn bitch you been a fan

Released: September 13, 2011

Album: Bigga Than Life

Producer: Timbaland, JMIKE & Mad Max

I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz This pussy clean, this pussy squeaky That pussy old, that pussy creaky When I’m out the country, niggas call me Neeki Hi, How are you? Yes, it’s nice to meet me Damn, Billboard, I mean I’m winning but I’m still bored Yeah we shine, gold cluster As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

Released: November 9, 2009

Album: Live From The Kitchen

Producer: Hot Rod

I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany’s Fendi on my slippers and my cookie’s always slippery I don’t need help, I pay the bills on time So I be yellin’ “Fuck ’em” with a dildo sign Five, little mama, you a three-star I ain’t sleepin’ when I say I’m in my dream car Oh, did I stutter? Harajuku hyphen Barbie I’m hot, I think it’s time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluin’ my weave in When you hit the stage, they was booin’ and leavin’ Young Money, red flag, no more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

Released: February 14, 2013

Album: Excuse My French

Producer: Earl & E & Rico Love

He said he met this little girl by the name of Onika Way my body shape, all the boys wanna freak her Brag and I boast, they be doin the most If I look at his friend, he’ll be grippin the toaster So I took him to the crib to kill him with it Put my legs behind my head, I hit the ceiling with it When I put it in his mouth I couldn’t believe it He looked me in my eyes and said he wanna breed it Passa Passa, you ain’t got no wins in mi casa Big fat pussy; Mufasa Hit up Green Acres, hit up Kings Plaza Some of them say them gully, some of them say them gaza, waa

Released: August 14, 2012

Album: Based on a T.R.U. Story

Producer: Marvel Hitz & YoungStarr Beatz

2 Chainz, you fucking crazy, muhfuckas know, I’m fucking crazy Fuck wrong with these bitches lately? Bitches better get on they knees and praise me Bitch, I rep that Rich Gang, where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne? That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine Tell Tyga, lookin’ for this bitch called Blac Chyna Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash Yes, that’s why I’m crowned queen And I ain’t lookin’ for the prom king These hoes’ careers ain’t promising Killing these bitches, crime scene Ohh, that’s how a bitch do it Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up This shit hit you in the chin, like a pull up My door so cocky, my door so stuck up Ohh, hop up out the space car Bitches, stay pressed, I call them a space bar (Bar) Man, I wish a bitch would Hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could