I wasn’t aware that No Diddy Gang was a thing that exists, but if it is, I’d have to assume that I’m a member. My history of declaring that I don’t participate in certain acts is lengthy and well-documented. Ahem.
Therefore, I was concerned when I heard that Meek Mill was going around claiming to be a member. I don’t need people thinking that the “Dreams and Nightmares” rapper and I belong to the same group. They might get the wrong idea about me.
Like many of my younger male relatives, Meek Mill is “on paper” here in St. Louis, stemming from an incident at the airport years ago, so it’s not outside the realm of possibility that we could have met. I’m in the airport every five years or so, when my parents see fit to take me somewhere.
An Instagram account called Hood Report caught up with Meek Mill on the streets of what appeared to be New York. He seemed like he might be upset. He must be taking Diddy’s incarceration hard. He might need to visit MDC and expose himself to the disgraced mogul through the meeting-room glass, like Billy’s girlfriend in the movie Midnight Express.
Or is that where he was coming from?
That would explain why he felt it was necessary to declare, apropos of nothing, that he’s a member of the No Diddy Gang and that you should never disrespect him.
It’s an odd thing to bring up, given that no one’s mentioned him and Diddy allegedly bufuing since he put up $100,000 for someone to investigate why people would think that. Who amongst us hasn’t attended a function with another guy wearing matching outfits and posed for a homoerotic photo, or sung a karaoke version of a Luther Vandross song while the same guy looked at you the way a dog looks at a cheeseburger sitting at the edge of a table?
People on the Internets must not be allowing Meek Mill to forget that he’s rumored to have taken it up the coat. I can see how that would be frustrating. That must be how black women feel when white women want to touch their hair. (If only Kamala had been elected, perhaps something could have been done about that.) When I consulted the Google re: Meek Mill, it auto-suggested the audio of his alleged assignation with Diddy.
I can only imagine what Meek’s mentions look like on X f/k/a Twitter. When I researched Sexyy Red, after she endorsed Donald Trump on Theo Von’s podcast, I encountered the video of her latest child being conceived in the replies to seemingly every post about her on that site. On election day, she announced that she’d voted for Kamala Harris, only a mere matter of hours before it became clear that Harris had her ass handed to her. What a waste. She’d better hope she never needs to be pardoned for multiple drug and gun offenses.
While I can understand not wanting people to think that you make sweet, passionate love to guys, it was kinda sad to watch Meek Mill throw Diddy under a bus, since they’d obviously once been such good friends. If I were accused of committing over a hundred sexual assaults, I would hope that my friends would be able to look past that and focus on my positive qualities, and that they wouldn’t be ashamed to publicly associate with me. I’m gonna have to join one of Diddy’s many sons in expressing my disappointment.
Hopefully, it’s not necessary for Diddy’s sons to pop a cap in Meek Mill’s ass. Word on the street is that they almost had Ray J taken out, after the incident in which they ran up on him outside a Halloween party to confront him about remarks he’s made about Diddy’s freak-offs, only to get backed down by Chris Brown. They’re crazy, but they’re not that crazy. The other day, Ray J popped up on Instagram Stories talking about how someone tried to shoot him. Hmm…
It would be tragic if Meek Mill were killed just for trying to protect his reputation in light of the allegations against Diddy. He’s already been through so much.