In the aftermath of Sean “Diddy” Combs’ partial conviction, you would think the collective conversation would land somewhere between accountability and reflection. Instead, we’re getting loud, dusty opinions from men who have long overstayed their welcome in the culture.
Enter Funkmaster Flex.
The legendary DJ and radio host decided this was his moment to jump in the ring—not with nuance, not with empathy, but with a tone-deaf, victim-blaming sermon aimed at Cassie. Yes, the same Cassie who we all watched get physically assaulted in broad daylight on surveillance video. But apparently, that wasn’t enough for Flex, who boldly declared the Diddy case a “stretch and witch hunt” and accused Cassie of orchestrating a money grab rather than surviving trauma.
Let’s unpack this nonsense.
“I think Cassie has been through a lot especially at a young age,” Flex wrote, in a post that attempted to sound like concern but read more like condescension.“She is such a nice person and always gave off good energy!… I do think you and your lawyers should give it a rest!”
How comforting. Imagine a woman being groomed, abused, and manipulated by one of the most powerful men in music, and the response you choose is, “but she gave off good energy.”
Flex, be for real, that’s not empathy. It’s gaslighting with a side of herbed up celebrity worship.
The mixtape legend continued his rant by doubling down on the misogyny, dragging Cassie for settling her civil suit: “You threatened to drop a book then got paid out to not drop the book! (If you cared so much to get your message out, you would’ve dropped the book.)”
Let’s be clear, a settlement doesn’t negate harm, it acknowledges it. Cassie’s bravery opened the floodgates for other women to come forward; but according to Flex, this was all a “planned lick.”
What’s worse is that Funk Flex isn’t alone in this clown car. Boosie—who’s always the first in the comments on LGBTQAI news—and Ray J, who’s somehow always in the room but never contributing anything of substance, were also online cheering for the verdict like they were on payroll.
Then there’s DJ Vlad. The culture’s least welcome guest, who couldn’t miss a chance to insert himself into Black trauma for clicks. Taking to X, Vlad wrote:
“Cassie is guilty of the same prostitution charges Diddy was just convicted of… I interviewed three male escorts… she picked them up, paid them… meanwhile, she’s sitting on $30M and asking the judge to deny Diddy bail.”
Cassie is guilty of the same prostitution charges Diddy was just convicted of. I interviewed 3 of the male escorts. All 3 of them said the same thing – Cassie picked them, contacted them for freak offs, enjoyed the experiences and paid them.
Meanwhile, she’s sitting on $30M…
— DJ Vlad (@djvlad) July” rel=”nofollow”>https://twitter.com/djvlad/status/1940490401028493555?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw”>July 2, 2025
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Sir, respectfully—and I use that word loosely—why are you always the loudest voice on Black suffering when you’ve done nothing but exploit it? The only “freak off” happening here is the one where y’all decided to flip the narrative and make the victim the villain while seemingly positioning yourself on all fours to give the nod you’re up next.
This entire saga speaks to something far deeper—and far more dangerous: the culture’s ongoing refusal to protect women, especially when they speak out against powerful men. These men love the culture when it lets them peddle mixtapes, pander for podcast views, or relive their former glory; but when it comes time to hold abusers accountable? Crickets—or worse, a mic drop drenched in ignorance.
Let’s be honest, the ones we see screaming the loudest in defense of Diddy are the ones who’ve contributed the least to the culture in recent years—and yet done the most harm. Funkmaster Flex hasn’t moved the needle culturally since the ringtone era, and Vlad has made a career of monetizing Black pain with no investment in healing or rebuilding.
This isn’t just about Diddy. It’s about the message being sent that when powerful men commit harm, other men will rush to blame the women who survive it. It’s a culture of complicity, where silence is replaced by smirking commentary and “OGs” hand out bad advice.
We need to start asking: what’s the real cost of letting these voices dominate the conversation?
If Funk Flex and company are the standard bearers of our cultural compass, then it’s time to recalibrate. Cassie—and every survivor—deserves better than men who think clout outranks character.
And as for Funk Flex? Please. You might’ve had the bombs once upon a time, but these days, all we hear is static.