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Nicki Minaj has his eyes set on the lucrative restaurant industry with a Trinidadian restaurant in mind in New York City.

The Young Money rapper was inspired by her Thanksgiving feast on Thursday when she showed off what was going on in the kitchen at her house. “HTG YALL!!!! I’ll check back in with my American dishes a lil later,” she wrote. “For now just drool over my Trini food. I HOPE U GUYS ARE THANKFUL FOR THE LITTLE THINGS TODAY. SENDING MY LOVE opening my restaurant in NY real soon. Y’all comin through?”

Nicki Minaj also asked her fans on Twitter where in NYC should she open her Trini restaurant. “Opening a Trini restaurant in NY. Where exactly should it be?” she tweeted. “I’m thankful for you guys. Sending my love. Wishing you all the best today & everyday. Don’t eat too much today. Small portions.”

Nicki Minaj, whose real name is Onika Maraj, was born in Trinidad but immigrated to the United States at the age of five. She also dated Safaree Samuels whose parents are both Jamaicans. The two dated for 12 years before their split in 2014.

Opening a Trini restaurant in NY. Where exactly should it be? ??

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) November 23, 2017

I’m thankful for you guys. Sending my love. Wishing you all the best today & everyday. Don’t eat too much today. Small portions. ?????????????????? pic.twitter.com/juCIdQSGKS

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) November 23, 2017

? HTG YALL!!!! I’ll check back in with my American dishes a lil later. For now just drool over my Trini food. ? I HOPE U GUYS ARE THANKFUL FOR THE LITTLE THINGS TODAY. SENDING MY LOVE ??????? opening my restaurant in NY real soon. Y’all comin through? ?

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Popcaan has a clear message for his enemies and that is he is “Rich & Bad.”

The Unruly Boss teamed up with producer Markus Myrie, Buju Banton son, for the new dancehall banger. “Pu**y dem diss man a die out / Can’t diss one and fly out / New submachine man try out / Rich and bad, yeah,” Popcaan deejay over a drum heavy beat. “The Killy dem make a murder step / Assault rifle a beat, so a murder make / And anuh no likkle girl a step / Hundred buss dem head with the Intratec.”

This marks the second single released by Popcaan this month. He also drop the visuals for his gangsta anthem “El Chapo” earlier this month, sending a signal that he is ready for war. Since last year he has been beefing with Mavado and Alkaline and this new track “Rich & Bad” would make for a clever diss record although he didn’t released it as a diss.

Listen to Popcaan new song “Rich & Bad” below.

[Intro: Christian Rich and Utters]
"Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it’s disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow…."

[Hook]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all

[Verse 1: Drake]
After hours of ill Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin’ about women and vino
The contract like ’91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapino boostin’ my ego
Overly focused, it’s far from the time to rest now
Debates growin’ ’bout who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
Holdin’ all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talkin’, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don’t even tint it, they should know who’s in it
I’m authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain’t playin’ with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinkin’ back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin’ dog
You know it’s real when you are who you think you are

[Hook]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I had Benzes ‘fore you had braces
The all black Maybach but I’m not a racist
Inside’s whiter than Katy Perry’s face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesus
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I’m handlin’
International Hov, that’s my handle
My saint’s Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
‘Case y’all didn’t know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Worldwide Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feelin’ us
The homie said "Hov, it ain’t many of us"
I told him less is more, nigga it’s plenty of us

[Hook]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Cake, cake cake cake cake cake
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is frontin’, that’s upside-down cake
Get ’em a red nose, they clown cakes
They shoulda’ never let you ’round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake
Now here’s the icing on the cake
Cake, cake cake cake cake
I’m just gettin’ started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I’ve done made more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
Beans tell you if he wasn’t in his feelings
I’m back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet don’t lag
A pair of Jordan 3’s tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
Fresh out of advil, Jesus grab the wheel

[Verse 4: Drake]
Fuck all that happy to be here shit that y’all warned me on
I’m the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I’m ’bout to drop somethin’ crazy and I say I’m the greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressin’ different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn’t study the game to the letter
And understand that I’m not doin’ it the same, man, I’m doin’ it better
Like I didn’t make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don’t know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myslef
These are usually just thoughts that I share with myself
But I thought Fuck It its worth it to share it with someone else more than Paris for once
I text her from time to time she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down
I told her that she could live with me if she need to I got a compound but I think she straight
She supported since hot beats right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room where I was rapping with jaz over beats that I shouldnt have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway three months later I’m his artist he prolly wouldn’t remember that story
But that shit stick with me always couldn’t believe when he called me you never know it could happen to you
& I just spent 4 Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti & did that shit cuz it’s sum to do
I guess that’s just who I became dog nothing was the same dog

I don’t know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one that you should worry about
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I don’t waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country and then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can’t even drive with the top off
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

Famous and gangstas
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly it’s jet time
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga,
I might just bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna you know it

[Verse 1]
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
Pussy nigga wearin’ pink I guess he think he matchin’
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
You singing nigga, ain’t gonna be no back up bitch with me
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
And everybody seen the footage I got
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
I ain’t gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA
You always play the sucker part
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
Matter fact I’m on a true life change
But let’s get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
Damn bro
Damn the whole fuckin’ land know
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
We all understand though
You not really built for this shit
You not ready to kill for this shit
But no regrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
Bitches fuck me but that’s what dimes do
Somebody wanna jump in tell ’em come share
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
I’m pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin’ guns here
You way past the gun line
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
Gilet I know you need money I get it
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
I know it’s crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
Lady treat me like him important
I don’t even think of scoring
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking
Heard that often
Had to rap again, y’all was boring ’em
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
The whole hood know I’m the origin
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
And when Jim start ballin’ you get back on sissy shit
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
But when I think about it, that’s really all you do
You really not that fly
You really not that guy
You really not that wise
I’m really not surprised
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
Now I’m like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
And thats word to my nigga Big L
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
I’m done rapping with you
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you