As we arrived at the house, I could hear the night crickets. Mr.
Simmons led me to the front door before heading up to my place to open
up the doors and stuff. I knocked on the screen door before going in. A
little white dog ran up to me and started jumping on me. Because he was
so tiny, he only reached until my knee. He barked here and there but
never bit me.
“Snooooopy.” A girl calls him. He runs to the voice.
Just then a young girl came into view. I stiffened. It was the same Ana
from the airport. She froze when she saw me. Oh gosh, here we go again.
“What are you doing here?” she asked me with a hint of attitude.
“W-well,
this is where I’ll be staying.” I answered abit unsure. Then the girl
did something I swear I thought I would never get into, a fight.
Her
little fists were pounding down on me. I tried to stop her, but then
she scratched me in the face. I yelped in pain. She stopped and looked
at me. I raised my hand to my face, and felt the blood.
“That’s what you get, you traitor!” she yelled at me.
“I’m sorry okay! Why are you so fed up with me over something I didn’t do?”
“Because you ran away, you gave up. You came here.” She answered. The tears were falling out her hazel orbs.
Just I was about to answer, Mr. Simmons walked in.
“I
see you’ve met m-“He starts to say and then sees the scratch on my face
and the tears in her eyes. “What the hell happened here?” he boomed. He
had the kind of voice that would scare any person at that moment.
“W-well, uhm..” Ana answered.
“Anabella speak to me.”
“Well, I saw Nicki, well miss Maraj, at the airport today and lost it. And now I fought her and cursed her out.”
He look stunned and looked at me.
“You’re Nicki Minaj?”
“Y-Yes I am.”
“Oh
my god, I’m so sorry.” He says to me before turning to his daughter. “I
will deal with you later, now show miss Maraj where she will be staying
for the week, then come down to eat dinner, understood?” he said abit
with anger while pointing his finger in her face. She sighed before
nodding her head. Mr. Simmons walked off, leaving Ana and me alone.
“Uhm
sorry, but can I some treatment for the scratch. I don’t want it to get
infected.” I say to her. She just rolled her eyes at me. She walked
upstairs and I followed. She entered what I guessed was her bedroom. She
had posters with big X’s in them. When I got closer I realized that it
was posters of me. Damn, that’s cold.
“You’ll be sharing my room
with me. Our guestroom is under repairs.” She stated and picked up her
phone.
Me on the other hand, went over to the spare bed and took out my
new phone. I opened on of my suitcases and took out my MacBook. I had
all my contacts also stored into my laptop in case I got a new phone
like now. I turned it on and waited
“Sorry, but I have to make a call.” I said turning to Ana.
“Why you tellin me tho?” she said while texting. I sighed.
I called up my mother. She was disappointed and hurt to think that I was being framed. We spoke abit before I had to go eat.
“What are we having?” I asked Ana. She shrugged then rolled her eyes at me. I swear that get’s annoying.
“Whatever my dad cooked.” She said with a fake smile. This was gonna be a long week.
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2. Help me please...
“We’ve arrived in St. Maarten Miss Maraj. This will be our last
meeting. It was my pleasure of being your pilot. The time is now 4:30
p.m. on this hot sunday afternoon. Good bye."
I looked towards the cockpit surprised. I swiftly wiped my face before exiting the plane. I walked into the airport and got my bags when I noticed that none of my bodyguards were with me. I was alone. All alone. Anything could happen to me. I searched for a restroom. When I got in one of the stalls, I pulled out my hand mirror. I took off my blond lacefront. I didn’t want to be noticed. I hand-combed through my natural curly locks and pulled down the arms of my sweater. Once I did that, I walked out of the stall and placed my sunglasses on my face.
As I walked out of the arrival hall, I saw a sign with my name on it. No not Nicki Minaj but Onika Maraj. A group of young girls, who happened to be passing, saw the sign. One of the girls stopped in their tracks. So did I and slowly started to walk backwards. I was a second too late, the girl noticed me and I could see the anger in her face. The tears were brimming her eyes. She charged towards me, but her friends were holding her back. Their confused faces were so on point. They really didn’t know.
“You worthless bitch!” the girl screamed at me before the tears fell from her eyes. “You were my idol, you gave me a reason to keep my head up, and now you’re here running from your problems! You lieing thief! How could you?!?”
I just stood there frozen until people started taking my picture and videotaping me. I couldn’t take this. I felt my own tears running down my face. The friends of the girl soon realized what she was talking about. Their angry faces were now bare. I looked around and almost everyone there was either sad or angry with me.
“C’mon Ana, she didn’t mean to.” The friend said to the girl. Then she turned to me. “Why come here? Don’t you think that no one wants you around them? You let so much people down. I’m surprised you’re even alive still.” She spat at me. That stung. I wasn’t going to be put on the spot for something I didn’t do.
“Listen right, I didn’t do it. I was framed. I came here because I was here before and I liked it here. The people are friendly or so I thought. I came here to start fresh. My lawyers are busy trying to prove me not guilty. Until then I’m staying.” I said calmly. Everyone was silent. I walked up to my taxi and got in. The driver handed me a note. A credit card fell out. I picked it up and placed it on my lap. The note said:
“You will be staying in Dawn Beach. You will be living in an empty house with a pool, studio room and a home theater. You will pay $5,500 as rent. You’re lucky this family agreed to take you in. Only thing you have to do, is furnish it. I told the owners of the house that you would be staying for 2 years. They say you can stay for as long as you want, you pay good money.
I also opened an account at Windward Island back so you would have money. All you’re other accounts have been frozen for now. You have about 10 million in the account at the moment. I will add about 250,000.- every month. Enjoy.
x”
I sighed. Now I had to shop and get stuff for the house. I tapped the driver on the shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Uhm, you any websites that I could go on to buy stuff right on the island?”
He just laughed in my face before answering. I was baffled. What was so funny?
“Well Dah-ling, you will have to go to deh shop yuhself and buy dha stuff. Some of dah places deliver.”
“O-oh okay … thanks.”
“No problem.”
I looked out of the window. I noticed that we were getting closer to the town. I just needed to make shure of something.
“Sir, we’re on the dutch side right?” I asked and he nodded yes. I then realized that I haven’t spoken to my mother. I needed to hear her voice. I searched my bag, only to remember that I broke my phone back home.
“Sir, can you take me to the best electronic store? I would like to buy a new phone, preferably an iPhone.”
“Okay, well I’ll take you to the Istore on Front Street.”
When we got there, he said he’d wait for me and that I could take my time. I bought an IPhone 5s and they set it up for me. They gave me the card on which my new phone number was written. I also purchased a case for it. Pink ofcourse. When I was done, and went back to my taxi and got in.
“Got what you wanted?”
“Yes I did, thank you.” I said with a small smile.
We were about on the hill that led to Dawn Beach. It had only one way of getting there. I was abit scared because there was only one street light and it was getting dark. The driver turned to me. I just looked at him.
“So, uhm, do I get a tip?” He asked me looking eagerly.
“Uh yes, when I reach my destination.” I said with abit of attitude. What did this guy think it was?
We drove up to the gates of Dawn Beach Estates and he got out. He took my bags out and and opened my door. I looked out and saw multiple houses. Which one was I staying in?
“Uhm sir, I don’t think that this is my stop.” He laughed again.
“Yes it is, now gimme mah tip. Mah wife gon have it out with me because I drove with a criminal!” he exclaimed. It shocked me. It was like the whole world hated me. Did the world think of me as a criminal?
I paid the driver and picked up my luggage. I walked up to the gates. The security guard saw me. He then went and opened the gates. He then called someone on the phone. That took about a minute. He then walked up to me.
“Miss Marah roight?” he asked me with this Jamaican accent. I shook my head indicating ‘yes’. I was rubbing over my arms. It was abit chilly. “Well, the owners of the house will be coming for you in a minute.”
“Okay.”
He went back to doing his job and about 5 minutes later I saw a pair of headlights come towards me. The driver walked out and came towards me. I was abit shy so I stayed quiet while he spoke.
“Hi, my name is Denzel Simmons. I’m the owner of the house you’ll be staying in. First thing I want to say, is I’m sorry that you have to go through all of this. And also you’ll be staying with us for the week sinds you still have to buy stuff for upstairs. I hope you have had a pleasant flight. Here, let me take your bags.” He said and took them from me. The car Kia Sportage 2013 edition. Cool car, if you ask me.
I climbed in the passenger seat next to him. This was gonna be something when we reach at the house. I could feel it .
I looked towards the cockpit surprised. I swiftly wiped my face before exiting the plane. I walked into the airport and got my bags when I noticed that none of my bodyguards were with me. I was alone. All alone. Anything could happen to me. I searched for a restroom. When I got in one of the stalls, I pulled out my hand mirror. I took off my blond lacefront. I didn’t want to be noticed. I hand-combed through my natural curly locks and pulled down the arms of my sweater. Once I did that, I walked out of the stall and placed my sunglasses on my face.
As I walked out of the arrival hall, I saw a sign with my name on it. No not Nicki Minaj but Onika Maraj. A group of young girls, who happened to be passing, saw the sign. One of the girls stopped in their tracks. So did I and slowly started to walk backwards. I was a second too late, the girl noticed me and I could see the anger in her face. The tears were brimming her eyes. She charged towards me, but her friends were holding her back. Their confused faces were so on point. They really didn’t know.
“You worthless bitch!” the girl screamed at me before the tears fell from her eyes. “You were my idol, you gave me a reason to keep my head up, and now you’re here running from your problems! You lieing thief! How could you?!?”
I just stood there frozen until people started taking my picture and videotaping me. I couldn’t take this. I felt my own tears running down my face. The friends of the girl soon realized what she was talking about. Their angry faces were now bare. I looked around and almost everyone there was either sad or angry with me.
“C’mon Ana, she didn’t mean to.” The friend said to the girl. Then she turned to me. “Why come here? Don’t you think that no one wants you around them? You let so much people down. I’m surprised you’re even alive still.” She spat at me. That stung. I wasn’t going to be put on the spot for something I didn’t do.
“Listen right, I didn’t do it. I was framed. I came here because I was here before and I liked it here. The people are friendly or so I thought. I came here to start fresh. My lawyers are busy trying to prove me not guilty. Until then I’m staying.” I said calmly. Everyone was silent. I walked up to my taxi and got in. The driver handed me a note. A credit card fell out. I picked it up and placed it on my lap. The note said:
“You will be staying in Dawn Beach. You will be living in an empty house with a pool, studio room and a home theater. You will pay $5,500 as rent. You’re lucky this family agreed to take you in. Only thing you have to do, is furnish it. I told the owners of the house that you would be staying for 2 years. They say you can stay for as long as you want, you pay good money.
I also opened an account at Windward Island back so you would have money. All you’re other accounts have been frozen for now. You have about 10 million in the account at the moment. I will add about 250,000.- every month. Enjoy.
x”
I sighed. Now I had to shop and get stuff for the house. I tapped the driver on the shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Uhm, you any websites that I could go on to buy stuff right on the island?”
He just laughed in my face before answering. I was baffled. What was so funny?
“Well Dah-ling, you will have to go to deh shop yuhself and buy dha stuff. Some of dah places deliver.”
“O-oh okay … thanks.”
“No problem.”
I looked out of the window. I noticed that we were getting closer to the town. I just needed to make shure of something.
“Sir, we’re on the dutch side right?” I asked and he nodded yes. I then realized that I haven’t spoken to my mother. I needed to hear her voice. I searched my bag, only to remember that I broke my phone back home.
“Sir, can you take me to the best electronic store? I would like to buy a new phone, preferably an iPhone.”
“Okay, well I’ll take you to the Istore on Front Street.”
When we got there, he said he’d wait for me and that I could take my time. I bought an IPhone 5s and they set it up for me. They gave me the card on which my new phone number was written. I also purchased a case for it. Pink ofcourse. When I was done, and went back to my taxi and got in.
“Got what you wanted?”
“Yes I did, thank you.” I said with a small smile.
We were about on the hill that led to Dawn Beach. It had only one way of getting there. I was abit scared because there was only one street light and it was getting dark. The driver turned to me. I just looked at him.
“So, uhm, do I get a tip?” He asked me looking eagerly.
“Uh yes, when I reach my destination.” I said with abit of attitude. What did this guy think it was?
We drove up to the gates of Dawn Beach Estates and he got out. He took my bags out and and opened my door. I looked out and saw multiple houses. Which one was I staying in?
“Uhm sir, I don’t think that this is my stop.” He laughed again.
“Yes it is, now gimme mah tip. Mah wife gon have it out with me because I drove with a criminal!” he exclaimed. It shocked me. It was like the whole world hated me. Did the world think of me as a criminal?
I paid the driver and picked up my luggage. I walked up to the gates. The security guard saw me. He then went and opened the gates. He then called someone on the phone. That took about a minute. He then walked up to me.
“Miss Marah roight?” he asked me with this Jamaican accent. I shook my head indicating ‘yes’. I was rubbing over my arms. It was abit chilly. “Well, the owners of the house will be coming for you in a minute.”
“Okay.”
He went back to doing his job and about 5 minutes later I saw a pair of headlights come towards me. The driver walked out and came towards me. I was abit shy so I stayed quiet while he spoke.
“Hi, my name is Denzel Simmons. I’m the owner of the house you’ll be staying in. First thing I want to say, is I’m sorry that you have to go through all of this. And also you’ll be staying with us for the week sinds you still have to buy stuff for upstairs. I hope you have had a pleasant flight. Here, let me take your bags.” He said and took them from me. The car Kia Sportage 2013 edition. Cool car, if you ask me.
I climbed in the passenger seat next to him. This was gonna be something when we reach at the house. I could feel it .
1. WTF?!?
~Back to those memories and days~
“Nic, did you do this?” Safaree asked me with this calmness. My anger that was building up inside of me was slowly coming outward. He was holding a piece of his black and pink bike with my face on it.
“Yes Nigga.” I said with an attitude. His facial expression changed so quickly, it scared me abit. You could literally see the veins popping out of his head. He slammed his fist on the wall next to me. I jumped and the tears formed in my eyes.
“BITCH, EVENTHOUGH I FUCKED ANOTHER BITCH AND GOT HER PREGNANT, DON’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST GO AND WRECK MY SHIT. NICKI, I DONE TRYING TO GET TO YOU. YOU DON’T WANT TO LET ME IN, THEN DON’T. BUT DON’T THINK I’M ABOUT TO STAY HERE AND GET MY SHIT WRECKED THAT I PAID FOR. “He screamed at me. I just glared at him and sucked my teeth. Then he did the unthinkable, he slapped me in my face. It was so hard that I fell.
“You bitch nigga.” I said while holding my face. The tears were streaming down my face.
“ION GIVE A FUCK!! I’M LEAVING AND YOU BEST BELIEVE YOUR ASS GOING PAY.” He said while pointing at me.
“NIGGA DO YOU REALLY THINK I GIVE A FUCK IF YOU LEAVE?!?” I YELLED AT HIM WHILE GETTING UP. “NIGGA, YOU AIN’T SHIT AND NEVER WILL BE SHIT. I FUCKING MADE YOU SAFAREE!”
He turned and watched me before shaking his head and chuckling. “You made me, eh? Well you about to find out who I really am. Good Bye stupid bitch.” He said calmly before slamming my front door shut. I just got a nearby vase and threw it at it. I didn’t want to do anything. I just lost my best friend. This shit sucked.
I spent the next 2 weeks in bed. I had no energy to do nothing. Not even to look at my phone.
It was a Friday afternoon. I was in my kitchen eating a piece of bacon. I was getting abit too thin for my liking. I was wearing a white bikini with a black tube top over it. I wanted to start fresh. I didn’t need Safaree.
As I was washing away my plate, my doorbell rang. I lived in a gated community so I knew not just anybody could’ve shown up at my door. I opened it and there stood Wayne and Baby (birdman). Wayne looked pissed while baby just looked disappointed. I was scared. What the fuck happened.
“Nicki, where is my money?” Wayne asked me. I looked at him dumbfounded. What the hell is he talking about.
“Wayne, I never asked you for money, nor would I need your money. So what are you talking about?”
“Nicki, I’m missing about 100,000 in cash, where is my money. I got a call saying that you took it from inside my house yesterday. “
“What?!? Wayne I would never. And you know that.”
“Then why the f-(gco)” Wayne stares at me before answering his phone.
“Weezy…………… Yeah….. I’m at her house……. Where you say? Oh, okay I’ll go and get my shit.” He then hangs up the phone and angrily stares at me.
“You hid my money in your theater room?” he asks me calmly.
“No Wayne, I don’t have any of your money.”
“Nicki, I mark my money with a dot in red. If I see any of it in here, Lord knows what’s about to go down.” He threatened me. “Show me your theater room.”
I led them to my theater room. It was pith dark so I flipped on the lights. My eyes nearly fell out my head. There in the middle of the room, was Wayne’s money along with a note. It said:
“I told you, you would pay. Enjoy.”
“Wayne I didn’t do this, please you have to believe me.” He didn’t answer. He just packed up his money and handed half to Baby. “Baby?” He just looked at me and shook his head. “I being watched, look.” I said handing them the note. The read and looked at me. Baby’s expression changed to angry.
“Nic, it’s your handwriting. You really want us to believe that?” he said.
“Yes, because I didn’t do-(gco)”
“Nicki, you’re out of YMCMB. And before I call the cops for you, I suggest you leave here.” Wayne yelled at me.
I couldn’t believe this. The tears fell and kept falling. Why me? What the flying fuck did I do to deserve this shit? Baby and Wayne left. Wayne was on the phone with whoever, telling them about what I did. I looked for my phone and turned it on. There was millions of unanswered emails and messages. I opened twitter, and I couldn’t believe it. I was losing about 500,000 fans per minute. Most were angry with me. How did they know. I searched until I found the tweet that started this whole thing. It was from Safaree:
“@NickiMinaj Should’ve known your ass was a lying fake. You got what you deserved you thief!”
I threw my phone across the room and watched it shatter. I was so upset.
In the next half hour, movers came and started packing my stuff. I tried stopping them, but they just shook me off and continued packing my stuff.
Within an hour they had my whole bedroom packed up.
“Where to?” one of the movers asked me.
I thought for a moment.
“St. Maarten.” I said. I went there already with drake*, so I knew what is was like there. Speaking of Drake, I wanted to speak to him. I used my home phone. It rung twice before he answered. Sounded like he was upset about something.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Nicki.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t, I was framed.”
“Well fuck it, you better leave. I would prefer if you don’t call me anymore.” He said then hung up.
I stared at the phone dumbfounded. Everyone was pissed with me.
When I got to the airport, my fans where there. Some started crying and yelling “I hate you” and “Why?” at me. Others were flinging things at me like food, electronics, glass and shoes. A heel of a shoe hit me in the eye. I yelped in pain. My bodyguards put a little more effort into helping me. So I basically cried while walking to the plane and on the plane self.
What the fuck. Why me?
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*(by drake's name) Nicki really did came here around the same time as drake for like a secret vacation. I know these things cus i got friends working at the airport !!
“Nic, did you do this?” Safaree asked me with this calmness. My anger that was building up inside of me was slowly coming outward. He was holding a piece of his black and pink bike with my face on it.
“Yes Nigga.” I said with an attitude. His facial expression changed so quickly, it scared me abit. You could literally see the veins popping out of his head. He slammed his fist on the wall next to me. I jumped and the tears formed in my eyes.
“BITCH, EVENTHOUGH I FUCKED ANOTHER BITCH AND GOT HER PREGNANT, DON’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST GO AND WRECK MY SHIT. NICKI, I DONE TRYING TO GET TO YOU. YOU DON’T WANT TO LET ME IN, THEN DON’T. BUT DON’T THINK I’M ABOUT TO STAY HERE AND GET MY SHIT WRECKED THAT I PAID FOR. “He screamed at me. I just glared at him and sucked my teeth. Then he did the unthinkable, he slapped me in my face. It was so hard that I fell.
“You bitch nigga.” I said while holding my face. The tears were streaming down my face.
“ION GIVE A FUCK!! I’M LEAVING AND YOU BEST BELIEVE YOUR ASS GOING PAY.” He said while pointing at me.
“NIGGA DO YOU REALLY THINK I GIVE A FUCK IF YOU LEAVE?!?” I YELLED AT HIM WHILE GETTING UP. “NIGGA, YOU AIN’T SHIT AND NEVER WILL BE SHIT. I FUCKING MADE YOU SAFAREE!”
He turned and watched me before shaking his head and chuckling. “You made me, eh? Well you about to find out who I really am. Good Bye stupid bitch.” He said calmly before slamming my front door shut. I just got a nearby vase and threw it at it. I didn’t want to do anything. I just lost my best friend. This shit sucked.
I spent the next 2 weeks in bed. I had no energy to do nothing. Not even to look at my phone.
It was a Friday afternoon. I was in my kitchen eating a piece of bacon. I was getting abit too thin for my liking. I was wearing a white bikini with a black tube top over it. I wanted to start fresh. I didn’t need Safaree.
As I was washing away my plate, my doorbell rang. I lived in a gated community so I knew not just anybody could’ve shown up at my door. I opened it and there stood Wayne and Baby (birdman). Wayne looked pissed while baby just looked disappointed. I was scared. What the fuck happened.
“Nicki, where is my money?” Wayne asked me. I looked at him dumbfounded. What the hell is he talking about.
“Wayne, I never asked you for money, nor would I need your money. So what are you talking about?”
“Nicki, I’m missing about 100,000 in cash, where is my money. I got a call saying that you took it from inside my house yesterday. “
“What?!? Wayne I would never. And you know that.”
“Then why the f-(gco)” Wayne stares at me before answering his phone.
“Weezy…………… Yeah….. I’m at her house……. Where you say? Oh, okay I’ll go and get my shit.” He then hangs up the phone and angrily stares at me.
“You hid my money in your theater room?” he asks me calmly.
“No Wayne, I don’t have any of your money.”
“Nicki, I mark my money with a dot in red. If I see any of it in here, Lord knows what’s about to go down.” He threatened me. “Show me your theater room.”
I led them to my theater room. It was pith dark so I flipped on the lights. My eyes nearly fell out my head. There in the middle of the room, was Wayne’s money along with a note. It said:
“I told you, you would pay. Enjoy.”
“Wayne I didn’t do this, please you have to believe me.” He didn’t answer. He just packed up his money and handed half to Baby. “Baby?” He just looked at me and shook his head. “I being watched, look.” I said handing them the note. The read and looked at me. Baby’s expression changed to angry.
“Nic, it’s your handwriting. You really want us to believe that?” he said.
“Yes, because I didn’t do-(gco)”
“Nicki, you’re out of YMCMB. And before I call the cops for you, I suggest you leave here.” Wayne yelled at me.
I couldn’t believe this. The tears fell and kept falling. Why me? What the flying fuck did I do to deserve this shit? Baby and Wayne left. Wayne was on the phone with whoever, telling them about what I did. I looked for my phone and turned it on. There was millions of unanswered emails and messages. I opened twitter, and I couldn’t believe it. I was losing about 500,000 fans per minute. Most were angry with me. How did they know. I searched until I found the tweet that started this whole thing. It was from Safaree:
“@NickiMinaj Should’ve known your ass was a lying fake. You got what you deserved you thief!”
I threw my phone across the room and watched it shatter. I was so upset.
In the next half hour, movers came and started packing my stuff. I tried stopping them, but they just shook me off and continued packing my stuff.
Within an hour they had my whole bedroom packed up.
“Where to?” one of the movers asked me.
I thought for a moment.
“St. Maarten.” I said. I went there already with drake*, so I knew what is was like there. Speaking of Drake, I wanted to speak to him. I used my home phone. It rung twice before he answered. Sounded like he was upset about something.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Nicki.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t, I was framed.”
“Well fuck it, you better leave. I would prefer if you don’t call me anymore.” He said then hung up.
I stared at the phone dumbfounded. Everyone was pissed with me.
When I got to the airport, my fans where there. Some started crying and yelling “I hate you” and “Why?” at me. Others were flinging things at me like food, electronics, glass and shoes. A heel of a shoe hit me in the eye. I yelped in pain. My bodyguards put a little more effort into helping me. So I basically cried while walking to the plane and on the plane self.
What the fuck. Why me?
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*(by drake's name) Nicki really did came here around the same time as drake for like a secret vacation. I know these things cus i got friends working at the airport !!
Intro
Here I was, alone once again. Just as I was at the start, well I
still had Safaree but even he's gone now. Paparazzi was flashing their
camera’s at me, but it was all for the wrong reasons. I wasn’t what I
used to be anymore. From this day forward, I was no longer Nicki Minaj,
just plain old Nika Maraj. Want to know why? Here’s my story .
Nicki Minaj story about getting dropped and hated.
Nicki Minaj story about getting dropped and hated.
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