What are some of your favorite female rapper verses?

[Elim Garak]

I'll start.


Lil Kim

fukk all you hoes, I blows like flutes
bytches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
Pocahontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bytch could come this far
From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars
bytch think I'm rich, I could rock a FUBU suit
A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots
And still be the shyt of the night
When I come through
You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do
Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it
I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this shyt, so I got's to make a profit
And all the ends are sins to my men's, down at Spofford
Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners
Layin' nikkas down like carpenters
So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it
We ain't amateurs to this shyt, we used to it
And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file
So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristal
Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, TA-DOW!
Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it
And don't forget it, bytches.

 

[Address_Unknown]

 

[Wig Twistin Season]

Lil Kim BODIED this verse and I legit get chills when I hear it because you know who she was talking to and the emotion seems sincere and from real pain.

“If I told you once, I told you twice,
Q. B. throw the bootie, like a groupie for mo' ice
Armor truck heist, hit the bonus like N'Bushe,
In love wit' you since the days of "Juicy"
Now I watch you play Columbo, Picasso
Tricks inside colassals, turn you castles to brothels, Uh!
Who you lovin', who you wanna be huggin?
Dippin on ya Ninja Honda with Tanisha and Rhonda, Wha!
You work more body than Jane Fonda (Uh-uh)
Physical fitness, Mary Blige be my witness
Under pressure, I lie for you, die for you
Ruger by the thigh for you, right hand high for you
Because of you, I'm inheritin' trillions
Buryin' billions, Bentley coupes millions (And no one can tell me who)
Playin' good Samaritan in the Sheraton
Crack the Dom P's and Remy's, you better hurry in
Who’s gon’ love you like I do? Huh?”

 

[I'm Blackman]

Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tank
I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain't to be fukked with
nikka, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil
Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista
Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures
Descriptive vocals, who's the black widow I flow to
Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week
And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese
Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under
My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder
I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self
Can you handle any physical encounters with moi?
Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts
Totin them guns, tearin shyt up, what?
There is no street bytch, rollin with nikkas
Flowin with nikkas, holdin they own with nikkas
Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista
Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta
Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die
We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys

 

[I'm Blackman]

 

[UpAndComing]

/thread

 

[Anerdyblackguy]

Queen latifah on Name Callin Pt 2

Today I'm not the queen, a sista, role model, or friend
Today I'm that bytch that'll shoot you a fair one, this don't exclude men
Wanna test me? Come test your weak songs and weak shows
Reincarnated I'll be a pimp and slap the shyt out of these weak hoes
With these freak shows, make em' leak holes
I ain't talkin' about shootin' free throws, coming on stage with no clothes
shyt who the fukk said I can't beat those break?
Took so long for your album to drop, I thought you died I missed the wake



I don't spit subliminals no doubt
This way you don't walk around wondering who the fukk I'm talkin' bout'
I'm not trippin', I heard you rippin'
But I'm into breakin' bytches, sending them back to their first career; Stripping
Lap dancing for five cents, doing VIPs to make rent
Look up and I'm platinum wondering where the fukk time went
This is for those hoes who oppose my queendom and wanna bring some plate
I ain't got shyt else to do so





Foxy Brown had no shot

 

[Elim Garak]

Queen latifah on Name Callin Pt 2

Today I'm not the queen, a sista, role model, or friend
Today I'm that bytch that'll shoot you a fair one, this don't exclude men
Wanna test me? Come test your weak songs and weak shows
Reincarnated I'll be a pimp and slap the shyt out of these weak hoes
With these freak shows, make em' leak holes
I ain't talkin' about shootin' free throws, coming on stage with no clothes
shyt who the fukk said I can't beat those break?
Took so long for your album to drop, I thought you died I missed the wake

I was going to say this or any of the verses from Latifah's had it up 2 here.

 

[Elim Garak]

Well, well, well
It's the L A the T I the F A H, you'll see why
Q U double E N. Is the reason I must be myself
What else? Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up selling out, sloppy or poppy
There so much to live for, therefore
Here's more from a woman
All women keep the rumors to yourself
The over blown home grown not known
Fools who never shown proof let alone own
A lot of props or a hip hip pop chart
Notch on your clock is my spot
Now who got the Mott’s?
Why you little played out
Aa-choo!
I'm allergic to wack crews
The La, the ti, the fah
The queen is up
Throwing salt that you never seen before
How dare those who talk we can't have them
Some make me wanna go out with the bat and a magnum
But a wise, civilized and growing higher
Judgments from the Queen punishment is the fire
I'm here to make these fools out of liars
You must learn step and respect the sire, face the fire
Latifah had it up to here the frauds felling fear, fear
The sound is playing like a Q-tip digging your ear ear
Mama Zula stands for positivity, knowledge and grace
I never run my piece Damn! I'll take it to your face
Open why you hoping none stutter stop 'em
Maybe choke (choke)
Because it's very hard to breathe while La got you in a yolk
I'll cut your throat, I'll cut it short
No one ever getting near
Latifah's had it up to here

 

[Mojo]

Chyna Whyte this track

 

[JP_614]

 

[I love Latina women]

Ladybug Mecca has so many that I love and she’s my all time favorite female emcee/female rapper

But I’ll pick this one from Borough Check

“It's crowded plus they jerkin my space
Shouted cause they chase when I strut out
Sift through my block I'm c-cool
She's my mood to brace
Stole my mind back black
So what you play the boards
Skimmer we got butter so surfaces out
Clever, and I fix it for you, funk time is monk time
Slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my pack
And we for whatever
We get down in this pleasure heavy
And we are measured by the tens degrees of math
In a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle
Can't keep the three foot three above Mec
In so depth I defect with my vanguard squad in Brooklyn”

1:31 mark

 

[Canada Goose]

Nikki Minaj monster verse





Doja Cat verse on the song below

 

[O.Red]

First verse

 

[O.Red]