Tasha K & Tamar Braxton CONFRONT Funky Dineva | The Lie That Shook Black Celebrity Gossip

The Messy Triangle Nobody Saw Coming

The Braxton streets are buzzing again, and this time, it’s a three-way showdown that’s got the entire internet clutching their pearls. Last week, Tamar Braxton sent shockwaves through social media when she posted about waking up in a pool of her own blood—four teeth missing, nose fractured, the whole drama. It sounded like a scene straight out of a Lifetime movie.

Fans were praying, bloggers were scrambling, and Tamar’s mentions turned into a digital prayer circle. But while the Tamartians worried, everyone’s eyes slid over to one person: Funky Dineva. Why? Because he was the last person seen with Tamar before chaos erupted.

Funky Dineva: From Friend to Suspect

If you know Funky Dineva, you know he’s no stranger to drama. His brand is built on messy commentary and “I said what I said” energy. But when the spotlight turned on him, Funky didn’t exactly come off as the concerned friend—he flipped straight into defense mode.

On Instagram Live, he referred to Tamar as “the lady”—not Tamar, not my friend, just “the lady.” He rattled off a detailed alibi: dinner at Ruth Chris, V12 nightclub, car service, drop-off, then home for smothered pork chops. The way he laid it out sounded less like concern for a friend and more like testimony on Law & Order.

Fans started side-eyeing hard. Why so defensive? Why so cold? Why not just say, “Pray for my friend”?

Enter Tasha K: The Wild Card With Receipts

Tasha K, the queen of online tea, has her own history with Funky. They’ve clashed before, and she never misses a chance to call him jealous, envious, and unable to stand when Black women steal the spotlight. So when Tamar’s story blew up and Funky came out looking icy, Tasha pounced.

“This is the Funky I know,” she said. “Always hating, always salty, always making himself the victim.” Suddenly, old clips of Funky looking sour when Tamar was celebrated resurfaced. Tasha’s words started sounding less like shade and more like prophecy.

And here’s the kicker: Tamar herself never fully cleared the air. She gave us a dramatic pose, then disappeared, leaving Funky dangling in the wind. That silence had fans wondering—maybe, just maybe, Tasha’s right to back Tamar.

Now we’ve got a triangle: Tamar the victim, Funky the defensive “friend,” and Tasha the wild card, dragging Funky by his wig cap.

Receipts, Alibis, and Edibles: The Drama Deepens

Funky’s mouthpiece flipped the whole thing from concern to confrontation. Instead of standing up for his friend, he gave a play-by-play alibi—like he was building his defense before the blogs could eat him alive.

He kept calling Tamar “the lady.” Not “my girl,” not “my friend.” Just “the lady.” Fans were side-eyeing: You were just celebrating together, why the distance?

Then came the timeline: dinner, club, drop-off, BJ Roosters, home for pork chops. Funky listed every detail like the police were already knocking. Nobody accused him of anything yet, but he was ten steps into his alibi.

And when Tamar posted about nearly dying, Funky jumped online not to show empathy, but to protect his image. It was giving “let me clear myself before I care about her.” Even Tasha pointed out: If you’re really her friend, your first words should be concern, not excuses.

Funky admitted Tamar texted him the next morning for a doctor’s number. She told him she was missing four teeth. His response? Not “Are you okay?” but confusion: “So, you just woke up and your teeth were missing?” Cold, detached, self-involved.

That detachment lit Tasha K on fire. She said this was the real Funky Dineva—the jealous, envious type who can’t stand when the spotlight shifts, especially to a Black woman.

Old Beef, New Flames: Tasha vs. Funky

Tasha and Funky have been locked in a cold war for years. Tamar’s situation just poured gasoline on the fire. Funky once went on a rant calling Tasha every name in the messy handbook, threatening to slap her and dragging her husband into it. Tasha clipped the rant, blasted it on her platforms, and told her followers exactly what she thought: Funky can’t stand to see a Black woman shine brighter than him.

She said Funky’s problem wasn’t her personally—it was women like her: loud, confident, and unapologetically center stage.

Fast forward to now: Tamar makes her dramatic claims, Funky distances himself, and the blogs eat it up. To most, it looked shady. To Tasha, it looked familiar. She’d been saying for years Funky can’t genuinely celebrate anybody else.

Devil’s Advocate: Is Everyone Messy?

But let’s pump the brakes. The internet crowned Funky the villain and Tasha the loud truth-teller, but maybe the real tea is murkier.

We know Tasha K has a history of going too far—the Cardi B lawsuit, the $4 million judgment, and her habit of running with stories before the facts are checked. Is she projecting her own beef with Funky onto Tamar’s situation? Maybe.

On the flip side, Funky’s response to Tamar’s health scare was cold as ice. His rush to alibi himself felt like self-preservation over empathy.

So, if Tasha’s wrong, she weaponized Tamar’s pain to relitigate her old grudge. If Funky’s wrong, he let jealousy and ego creep into his friendship, leaving Tamar exposed while he worried about his own image. Both could be true—and when they are, the mess multiplies.

The Real Question: Tamar, Why Are You Always in the Middle of Mess?

Let’s ask the hard questions. Why is Tamar Braxton, music royalty, always in the middle of YouTube drama? Why are her closest allies gossip bloggers? Why is she running the streets with Funky Dineva like they’re high schoolers chasing clout?

Sis, you’re supposed to be booked, busy, and untouchable. You should be sitting at the grown folks’ table with legends, not going viral for birthday dinners, missing teeth, and drama with YouTubers.

And yet, here we are. Your name tied up in Funky’s edible alibis and Tasha K’s vendettas. That’s not a coincidence—it’s a pattern.

It’s one thing for Funky to be shady (that’s his brand) and for Tasha to be loud (that’s her hustle). But what’s Tamar’s excuse? She invites the drama, then acts shocked when chaos erupts.

If you’re really the star you claim to be, why don’t you have A-list allies? Beyoncé isn’t calling Funky for a doctor referral. Mary J. Blige isn’t letting Tasha K be her mouthpiece. Tamar, you orbit the gossip blog universe like you’re one viral video away from being content yourself—and that’s exactly what happened.

Legacy Check: Tamar, You’re Too Talented for This

Tamar had options. She could have let her voice and story carry her. Instead, she leaned into antics and let bloggers become her closest friends. Now her career headlines sound more like YouTube beef than Billboard stats.

Even in this Funky Dineva drama, she didn’t play it quiet. She fanned the flames. She’s complicit.

So yes, Funky might have lied, might have been jealous, might have left Tamar hanging. And Tasha K might have turned Tamar’s pain into her next crusade. But Tamar, you signed up for this circus. You invited the clowns in—and now your show has turned to chaos.

That’s the legacy check: Tamar isn’t just collateral damage in other people’s fights. She’s an architect of her own downfall. The gag is, she’s too talented for this. She’s got a God-given gift, but keeps cashing in on gossip. The longer she plays these games, the less folks remember her voice—and the more they’ll remember her as a walking headline.