Roman's Revenge
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
Plasma
"Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma
I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that ho, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front
You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it's tough
But enough is enough

Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Rah, I eat your face off
You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake-off
I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball
Err, I'll beat your brakes off
Hi, I'm Tune, salt in the wound
I'm up in this bitch, pardon the goons
Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom
I like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon
I got money and the power, a woman in the shower
And she don't want nothing but my Johnson, Howard
Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet, sweet and sour
You're scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible
Ah, I don't know what y'all on
Please, I go in like "Goin'"
Drink in my hand with the world in the other
The Uzi go "Brr", stutter
Life is a puzzle, jigsaw
All I do is win, my name should be Victor
Old-ass rappers
I'm still the shit, old-ass Pampers
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin'
I was just dumpin my ashes, I'ma puff it and pass it
I'm a fuckin' assassin, you should jump in the casket

Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow
"Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot"
Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top
I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin'
I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a standstill, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis
Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli

Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it
You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
You and this boy Little Weezy
What's going on? They'll lock you away
They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise
Take your mother's warning, Roman, please




Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on
Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

Overall Meaning

In "Roman's Revenge," Nicki Minaj assumes the alter ego of Roman Zolanski, a character she created to express her aggressive side. The chorus of the song, "Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon," is Roman's catchphrase that she uses to show her intensity. In the first verse, Nicki is referencing how far ahead she is in her career compared to other rappers who are trailing behind her. She also mentions that people are gagging at her new things, which is a reference to her flashy style, making her the target of envy.


The second verse contains more aggressive lyrics where Nicki describes her appetite for destruction, and her love for violence. The remainder of the song is Roman continuing to taunt her detractors and throw insults at them. However, the song's final verse is a warning from Nicki's mother to Roman that she is going too far, and that she risks being locked away for her outlandish behavior.


Line by Line Meaning

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
I'm not what you expect; I'm something different and extraordinary


So far ahead, these bums is laggin'
I'm way ahead of the competition


See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin'
My success is making my haters jealous and speechless


I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon
I'm feeling powerful and unstoppable like a mythical beast


Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Repeating how I'm feeling powerful and unstoppable


Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin'
My performance is so amazing, my female fans are losing control


So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
Why would I go back to being irrelevant?


Yeah, I said it, has-been
I'm calling out someone who is irrelevant or past their prime


Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma
I'm using a TV as a metaphor to say, 'Call it quits'


"Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma
People get breathless and excited when they see me


I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
My shoes, a reference to high heels, are deadly


I got bars, sentencin'
My lyrics are criminal and powerful, like a jail sentence


I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt
I'm aggressive, powerful, and will hurt anyone who challenges me


You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough
I'm successful and powerful, and those who try to compete with me can't keep up


Rah, I eat your face off
I'm a monster who will defeat you


You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake-off
My rivals are weak and easy to defeat


Err, I'll beat your brakes off
I'll hurt you badly


Hi, I'm Tune, salt in the wound
My presence is painful


I'm up in this bitch, pardon the goons
I'm in charge here, forgive my scary entourage


Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom
I'll make you clean up my mess and then punish you for it


I like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon
I want everything a certain way and won't settle for less


I got money and the power, a woman in the shower And she don't want nothing but my Johnson, Howard Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet, sweet and sour
I'm rich and powerful, enjoy luxurious things, and have many sexual partners


You're scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible
If you're afraid of me, try religion for help


Ah, I don't know what y'all on Please, I go in like "Goin'" Drink in my hand with the world in the other The Uzi go "Brr", stutter
I don't understand what people are thinking, but I keep going anyway and live my life with guns and alcohol


Life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name should be Victor
Life is difficult, but I'm always successful at it


Old-ass rappers I'm still the shit, old-ass Pampers Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
I'm superior to older rappers and feel powerful and unstoppable


Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin'
I'm fancy and rich, and hear people talking behind my back


I was just dumpin my ashes, I'ma puff it and pass it I'm a fuckin' assassin, you should jump in the casket
I'm a dangerous and deadly, and will make you regret cross me


Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
I helped my rivals' careers and they're ungrateful


Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Just because they're not popular anymore doesn't mean it's my fault


Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow
They should have showed gratitude to me, but now I will hurt them and make it look pretty


"Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot?
People say that someone is angry at me for becoming more famous than they are


Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top
If you can't compete, then stop trying or you'll get killed


I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'
My rivals are afraid of me


Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin
I'm so powerful and famous that even the Catholic Church knows my name


You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
If you underestimate me, you'll be surprised


I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite
I'm in charge and better than anyone else


And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite
I'm cool and my friends love me


I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs
My critics are poor and poorly dressed


I call the play, now do you see why?
I'm in charge and know what's best


These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli
I'm as successful and powerful as Eli Manning, a two-time Super Bowl champion quarterback in the NFL


Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Little Weezy What's going on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mother's warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
Nicki Minaj is crazy, imaginary character Roman Zolanski is taking over and causing trouble




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Trevor Smith, James Jackson, Bryan Higgins, Kasseem Dean, Onika Tanya Maraj, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, John William Davis, Dwayne Carter, Malik Isaac Taylor, Marshal B. III Mathers

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

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My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her butt)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on

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(Damn)
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)

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