I’m Every Woman and Every Woman is Rico Nasty

Guadalupe’s room looks like 2005 moved in and refused to leave. The Word Up magazines we’d all vigorously thumb through were stacked neatly on her night stand while ripped out Chris Brown and B2K posters were hanging crookedly on her bubblegum pink walls. Her parents hadn’t touched her room since she left for college, even after graduation. Her father used to tell us in high school that he was planning on turning it into a den once she left, but couldn’t after empty nest syndrome hit and he realized his only girl was out of the house. She’s house sitting while her parents are visiting family in the Dominican. It’s Halloween night and in true, sell salt to a slug, Guadalupe fashion, she has talked me into going to a costume party with her. I haven’t been home in a while and although I haven’t missed Kentucky’s version of “fall” (it literally goes from summer to winter around here), I’ve missed my 502 city. I started towards the building leading towards Guadalupe’s parents apartment. Breathing into the scarf wrapped around my head, I was hoping that my hot breath would add some much needed warmth against the cold, Kentucky, air. I walked inside and the hallway was dimly lit with just a single light flickering in the middle. The space heater in the window at the end was clearly only there for show because it was just as cold inside the building as it was outside. The old stairs creaked and moaned with every step I took towards her door and I fought my way through a cobweb that I thought was just decoration at the very top of the staircase. To make this scene match the holiday spirit even more, as I walked towards the door, I could hear these eerie synth keys coming from the unit. Before I could knock, Guadalupe snatched the door open and posed in her costume triumphantly. I then recognized the sound I was hearing as a WhoisMike production and Guadalupe’s beat face, laid finger wave/ spiked hair combo, and bamboo earrings helped me recognize her costume as none other than the DMV rapper Rico Nasty .

“Sugar Trap 2” dropped October 24 and is coming in right after Nasty’s “Tales of Tacobella” project. I discovered Rico Nasty after watching the third episode of Issa Rae’s second season of Insecure on HBO. As the episode ended and Issa, the main character, began to finally get some play and messages on her dating app. Things were looking up and it seemed that she was beginning to move on from her bad breakup and dick drought. Stella was getting her groove back, or as I heard Rico scream in “Poppin” as the credits rolled:

Imma poppin ass bitch lemme remind ya!
Dont hide I can always come and find ya!

I turnt up my face and bopped my head to the in your face lyrics all while saying to myself, “who the fuck is this?!” I investigated after that episode and found that Rico Nasty is exactly what I and every other woman is looking for; a pretty girl with a potty mouth and bars. With Tales of Tacobella’s “Once Upon a Time”, “Do What It Do”, and “Brandon” ( a song about her best friend and father of her child who died after a lean overdose), showed a softer side to the usually rough around the edges rapper. In 2016 the first of the Sugar Trap series gave us more sugar.

Now, with Sugar Trap 2, we get to be the headbanging baddies who are quick to smack anyone who doesn’t respect our glo. We get to ride in the passenger seat of Rico Nasty’s Rojo Audi through her sugar laced trap. On our way there, her red Audi turns into a spaceship and just like on her “Spaceship” track, we’re ready to pull up:

 Im riding in a spaceship. 15 for my shades bitch. Pistol to his ear, Im like what the fuck you say bitch?!

In “Same Thing” we learn that even trap stars can get caught slipping and fall victim to love’s clutches and ultimately, it’s lies. When you find out that the sweet nothing’s your lover has been whispering in your ear was all copy and paste game, you boss up and begin to use him for the only thing he’s good for:

“Im just playing stupid cause he still giving me money. N****s think they buying love they taking bitches shoppin.
I don
t need your money lil n**** my pockets poppin. Lying ass n**** you only good as an option, yeah.

Overall, Sugar Trap 2 is everything women are allowed to be. Pretty and grimey, vulnerable and guarded, selfless and selfish, reserved and turnt the fuck up. When Cardi B’s “Bodak Yellow” broke the record as the longest running no. 1 from a solo female rapper in Hot 100 history (a record that was previously held by Lauryn Hill’s “Doo Wop”), I saw praise, but I saw backlash as well on a variety of social media sites. Mostly from men. On a daily basis I hear male rappers talk about their stroke game, how much money they have in comparison to what they used to have, how many women they have on their line, “leg hanging out the window yeen got these on” look at me lyrics. All with a based filled, scattered high hat, beat behind the verses helping to reel in listeners like me. Why is it that when women start to rise in positions of power in this male dominated genre, they’re the ones that need to “rap about something.” Rap comes in a variety of styles and inner genres but it seems that women are the only ones that have to be conscious rappers at all times. Not only is that not fair, it’s unrealistic. Women are the definition of variety.

It would be unfortunate to put us in a box in order to make you feel comfortable with the mold that you’ve created for us to fit into. You might think we belong there, but like a toddler starting to learn shapes, you’ll soon find out that the star will never go into the circle. No matter how hard you force it. Rico Nasty is definitely not someone who can be boxed in and to be quite frank she doesn’t give a fuck about your comfort. When your best friend is behind you hopping on her floral print covered twin size and screaming the lyrics to Nasty’s “AR-15”, you scream with her while creating whiskers with liquid eyeliner (guess what my costume is). Sugar Trap 2 allows women to be the women that the world is still too scared to see. Carefree and comfortable with themselves. In regards to her sound, Rico said in her interview with XXL magazine:

 I describe my sound as sugar trap, thats not really a description thats really who I am, that’s my swag, thats how I talk and walk. You can see it in the interviews and in the videos Im the same person, its sugar trap, happy savage.

Happy savages. Something we all can strive to be.

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