On Sunday night in Los Angeles, the unstoppable Bronx native cemented her spot in the upper echelons of hip-hop as the first woman solo artist to win a Best Rap Album Grammy.
And she accepted the trophy with signature, unfiltered charm.
“The nerves are so bad. Maybe I need to start smoking weed,” she quipped, to laughs and applause from the glitzy gala set.
Visibly shaking, she spoke of the odds being stacked against her as she raced to complete her debut album “Invasion of Privacy” while pregnant with her first child.
She clutched her rapper husband, Offset, later turning to him: “You husband, thank you.”
The touching vignette was a far cry from the larger-than-life image of the reigning queen of rap, who had earlier gyrated through a sexually-charged performance in leopard thigh-highs and peacock-style feathers.