Rolling Stone: Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded Review
Nicki Minaj is a purist’s nightmare. She doesn’t just straddle pop categories, she dumps them in a Cuisinart, whips them to a frothy purée, then trains a guided missile at the whole mess. She is a rapper’s rapper, a master of flow and punch lines, with skills to please the most exacting gatekeepers of hip-hop street cred. But she’s a bubblegum starlet as well, delivering confections to the nation’s mall rats. “I’m in the HOV lane,” Minaj boasts on her second LP. It’s true: She’s one of the few performers who can rival Jay-Z's blend of artistic bona fides and sheer star power.