Rick Ross’ Best Guest Verses So Far
“Accident Murderers” (Nas)
Ross opens his verse with, “We grew up doing graffiti,” a stray from his typical hustle rap that he’s known for. Sure, he only briefly took it back to the roots before launching into a discussion of his obsession with wealth and paranoia, but he clearly upped his own ante knowing he was sharing air with God’s Son.
“Devil In A New Dress” (Kanye West)
While this is Kanye West’s track off My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy—and Kanye West loves being in charge—Ross gets quite the lengthy verse on this one. He travels through what feels like an emotional career resume, going from sipping Rosé alone to priding himself on going against the grain (“I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders”). He pats himself on the back with finesse, even better than the owner of the track.
“Lord Knows” (Drake)
Back in the early days before the phrase “YOLO” ruined lives, Drake and Rick Ross were chanting it in the hopes of one day creating a collaborative project surrounding that very acronym. It never happened, but this delightful verse from Rick Ross did. He opens with “I fell in love with the pen, started fucking the ink,” which isn’t the most tasteful line but it’s yet another example of Ross straying from his usual formula to set the stage for the rest of his verse about saunas with Jewish men and buying cars bi-weekly.
It took a guest verse on a Wale track to bring out a more vulnerable side to Rick Ross. He treats his bars like a confessional, discussing his humble beginnings with the hopes of more. “Ambition” was the fuel that brought Ross to his current state, but he goes into detail on the verse about how it didn’t come easily. From dealing with his mother’s medical conditions to struggling with the bills, he excuses his moving weight in the interest of funding his future. That’s ambitious, right?
“Ali Bomaye” (Game)
It’s funny. Remember those days back when people tried to clown Rick Ross for being a C.O.? Well his verse on “Ali Bomaye” feels like it’s him throwing darts at everyone else. He calls out the fake G’s, girls (sorry, hoes) with low standards, and even keyboard thugs on the blogs. Ouch. Officer Ross has officially run out of fucks to give about you.