She knows that raw, unfiltered Cardi at its Cardi-est — the one-liners delivered in a thick, long-voweled, uptown-hewn Spanish accent, the vulgarity, the percussive cackles she uses as punctuation, the self-awareness combined with the unself-consciousness about her flesh — is right now the most exciting product not just in hip-hop but in all of pop culture.Cardi B is, considered one way, only the latest bombastic, came-up-on-a–New York–block female rapper to fascinate the world with her sharp lyrics, sharp six-inch acrylics, and grab-you-by-the-balls sexuality.I’m not the first journalist Cardi’s stripped down in front of.It’s not exactly strategy — she has to get undressed to get dressed — but it’s not exactly strategy.“I’m gonna look like I’ve been hitting that bocaine.” The crowd on the couch laughs and trills an “Okurrrrr! Cardi turns back to the mirror and throws two middle fingers up, tilting her head and sticking out her legendarily large tongue. “Everybody got to be wearing red.” (There’s a persistent rumor that Cardi was, or maybe is, a member of the Bloods, one that’s fueled by her predilection for the color red and for adding Then, of course, there are the “Bodak Yellow” lyrics — “These is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes” — which could either refer to Christian Louboutin heels or be a more coded reference.) “And my bridesmaids are gonna be wearing suits, ” Her stylist starts pulling out what Cardi will wear onstage.
” she says, appraising the stripe of makeup being dabbed on her café au lait skin. (Foster, like many members of the Cardi team, has been a friend for years, predating fame.) “I have been told it’s straight from the LGBTQ community,” Foster responds crisply, preparing herself a cup of Hennessy and apple juice in a paper cup.She’s done it at least five times this week, and it’s only Wednesday. ” She’s precisely dressed in hot-pink, vintage-Chanel sunglasses — clout goggles, as they’re known on style blogs — and a costume that shows off her urban-strip-club Jessica Rabbit form: a hot-pink sequined bandeau top, matching high-waisted pants, and a hot-pink feathered coat.In late September, with an assist from an online fan campaign, Cardi unseated Taylor Swift from her carefully plotted slot atop the popcharts, making Cardi the first solo female rapper in two decades to have a No. Her wig of the day, long and black, is flat-ironed to the gloss and fluidity of an oil spill. 2,” Cardi quietly responds to the flat-screen TV in her dressing room, a surge of anxiety in her voice.Before her were Lil’ Kim, Foxy Brown, Remy Ma, Nicki Minaj, forgotten groups like HWA (Hoez With Attitude).All share an insistence on demanding, over hard-rap tracks, what their male counterparts demand — money, power, respect, quality oral sex — from the female point of view, in the face of criticisms of everything from their overt sexuality and their weaves to their perceived lack of talent.
“Sometimes I get a little discouraged, and I wonder how it is going to be next year, but it seems like everybody already predicting where I’m gonna be next year, and it’s just like fucking farther than my asshole,” she says, speaking in her particular way, so that . It’s not, she says, her famous confidence reasserting itself.