the recent additions to the judges' table are already at each other's
Pop stars turned Idol
Minaj and Mariah Carey, really fucking hate each other.
While Mimi is certainly an exciteable 21st-century North American diva, history points to Ms. Minaj as the probable instigator.
After the jump, check out five of Crossfade's favorite Nicki Minaj bitch beefs.
Nicki vs. Cher
During the Dark Ages, conflict was resolved in public death matches
that doubled as popular sports entertainment. Fast forward through The
Enlightenment and The Industrial Revolution, and Mankind evolved
beyond jousting in suits of armor, opting instead for duels fixed around firearms. Thankfully,
Twitter Age has reduced conflict to poorly articulated
disses expressed in 140 characters or less.
Nicki vs. Azealia Banks
This is still a Twitter feud. But at least it's with another female rapper, not Cher. With fire tracks like "212," Ms. Banks may be poised
to one day overtake the Female Weezy. But for now, only the latter is
famous enough to sit in the Paula's chair on American
Nicki vs. Rihanna
At the most recent edition of MTV's
flagship bullshit-a-palooza (AKA the station's flagship annual Video
Music Awards), Nasty
Nicki reportedly barked at R&B dance-pop siren Rihanna to "sit the
fuck down" when RiRi stood up to hug her following "Starships"
win for Best Female Video. No question, the Ninja was being a
straight-up biatch. But don't worry. Rihanna got her back when "We Found
Love" won video of the year.
Nicki vs. Hot 97
Minaj was slotted to perform a headlining, showstopping set at the
most recent edition of legendary NYC hip-hop station Hot 97's annual
Summerjam festival. But when DJ Peter Rosenberg made a crack about her prescence on the
lineup, Young Money honcho Lil' Wayne took the jab seriously, and
pulled his female protege from the lineup. What then ensued was a
glorious, shit-talking mess complete with Nicki Minaj sparring on-air
with Funkmaster Flex.
Nicki Minaj vs. Lil' Kim vs. Trina
In the '90s, girl power was a communal experience. Ladies had each other's
backs and liberally
applied Spice Girls deoderant as a olfactory display of Third Wave
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feminism. But in the post-queer, pomo-2000s, the only hope for
Womankind is a rip-yo-weave-out catfight to determine, once and for all, who is truly the baddest bitch.