1 MINUTE AGO: Jay-Z Confronts Diddy in Court, “I’m Not Taking the Fall for You”...

Before we begin, viewer discretion is strongly advised. The following is for educational and entertainment purposes only. This is the verbatim federal courtroom testimony of the Shaun Diddy Combmes trial as reported by Inner City Press.

The moment finally arrived. After months of speculation, court documents, and mounting public pressure, Shawn Jay-Z Carter stepped into the courtroom, not as a mogul, not as an icon, but as a man defending himself against disturbing allegations and as a defendant for Diddy. With Diddy's world unraveling and freakoff parties now a part of sworn testimonies, Jay-Z was dragged into the storm by association.

His name was attached to rooms he denied entering, events he claimed never happened, and victims he insists he never met. But how would he defend himself in front of the jury, the media, and the culture? What would he say when the whole world was watching?

This is the moment Jay-Z testified. The courtroom had just settled after a long morning of legal back and forths. The prosecution was preparing to reintroduce evidence linked to Cassie Ventura's testimony.

Diddy's lawyers shuffled papers half bored and overly confident. That's when the doors opened. Not quietly, not with warning, but deliberately.

The way you walk into a room knowing the truth is finally about to catch up with the people who've been trying to outrun it. Jay-Z entered wearing a midnight Navy suit tailored so sharply it might as well have been armor. He didn't look left.

He didn't nod. No entourage. No Beyonce.

No Rock Nation team. just him, a living legend, stepping into a courtroom that hadn't expected to see him. Not like this.

Not on the witness list, not under oath. Gasps filled the room. The gallery stood halfway in reflex.

One journalist dropped her pen. Cassie Ventura, seated behind the prosecution, leaned in to whisper to her attorney. Even the judge raised her brow slightly.

Did he? He turned toward the entrance and didn't blink. His eyes locked onto Jay like he was watching a ghost he buried 20 years ago rise from the dirt.

This wasn't planned, not by the press, not by the public. Jay-Z had requested a sealed session for his statement, but the court overruled it. Transparency, that was the ruling.

And now Jay was about to give the performance of his life, not with lyrics, but with memory. He took the stand. He swore his oath.

And the courtroom filled with federal prosecutors, entertainment journalists, and attorneys who once negotiated million-dollar deals at brunch tables, leaned forward like they were listening to the first verse of a track they weren't supposed to hear. His voice, calm, controlled, but tight, like a rope pulled in both directions. I want to make it clear, he began.

I came here because silence ain't an option no more. And with that sentence, everything changed. Because when Shan Carter speaks, not the mogul, not the rapper, not the billionaire businessman, but the man behind it all.

It's not just a testimony. It's a reckoning. Jay-Z didn't waste time.

He didn't come with denial as his opening weapon. He came with context, and that was even more dangerous. Yes, I was invited to Diddy's events.

Yes, I attended. But let me be clear. What I saw and what I was told were two very different realities.

He said those words carefully, deliberately. His lawyers sat stiff. The defense looked confused.

Was this helping them? Was he flipping? The answer would come slowly, piece by piece.

As Jay-Z told the court, something nobody expected. I saw the setups, the NDAS, the confiscated phones, the back rooms with curtains. I never went in those rooms.

I never signed those papers, but I knew. He paused. I knew something wasn't right.

That sentence broke the courtroom wide open because it wasn't just an admittance of being present. It was an admittance of witnessing the mechanics of the machine Diddy allegedly built. A machine that Cassie, Dawn, Richard, and others had described in excruciating detail.

Jay-Z turned toward the jury. You see, in this industry, there are parties, and then there are parties. And the ones I was at, the ones I started walking away from, those weren't parties anymore.

They were systems designed experiences, the kind that aren't about fun. They're about power, controlled. The prosecution asked, "Did you ever witness anything criminal?

" Jay-Z hesitated. "Number, not directly, but I saw enough to know I shouldn't be there. " He described one event in 2015, a party in Miami, supposedly for Christian Combmes's birthday, where he says things got strange.

"They had masks," he said. Like real masks. One man walked past me in leather with nothing but high heels on.

People laughed. I didn't because I knew that man looked scared. Jay-Z said he left early that night.

He said he called a driver and didn't wait for the scheduled car service because I didn't want my name attached to whatever that was. Then the prosecution dropped the photo. A leaked image, blurry but authenticated, of Jay-Z, Diddy, LeBron James, and Beyonce in a room with a man in a latex mask kneeling on a velvet pillow.

Jay-Z looked at it in silence. I saw that moment. He said, "I was told it was performance art.

I didn't laugh. I didn't stay. " He looked at Diddy.

You knew people trusted you. You used that. For the first time, Diddy's jaw dropped.

Then came the part that turned Jay-Z's testimony from damage control to destruction. He told the court about a private conversation he had with Diddy in late 2018, just after whispers of investigations started circulating in the industry. According to Jay, Diddy called him to get ahead of something.

He told me, "They're coming for me. You got to be careful who you stand next to. " Jay said he asked Diddy point blank, "Did you do anything I can't come back from?

" And Diddy allegedly responded, "It's just parties, Jay. Just experiences. Nobody gets hurt unless they want to.

" Jay's voice cracked slightly. That was the last real conversation we had. He looked at the courtroom.

I stopped answering his calls after that. Jay said he began distancing himself, skipping revolt events, pulling out of collaborations, even instructing Rock Nation reps to keep our brand away from whatever Puffs got going. Then the prosecution revealed something else.

An email exchange between Jay-Z's legal council and an anonymous party from early 2020, in which Jay's team is warned that NDAs from past events might be weaponized against those who were present, even if they weren't involved. Jay nodded. I knew what that meant.

They were going to use silence as a shield. I wasn't about to get caught behind it. He finished the third part of his testimony with a sentence that made headlines before the court even recessed.

He used to be my brother, but now now I see who he really was and who I almost became by standing too close. The room was silent and the fallout just beginning. As Jay-Z sat forward in the witness chair, his hands folded.

His voice came out strong but undeniably emotional. The courtroom had already been rattled by the allegations and rumors circling the trial. But now the weight shifted.

Jay-Z wasn't just here as a celebrity being dragged into another scandal. He was a husband, a father, and a man defending everything he had built. I need to speak about my family.

He began looking directly at the jury. Because when my name gets dragged, so does theirs. The room was silent.

Jurors leaned in. Reporters stopped typing. Even Diddy, who had been scribbling notes on his legal pad for most of the morning, looked up.

Jay-Z described the toll the accusations had taken on Beyonce and their children. "Blue Ivy's old enough to read headlines now," he said. "She came to me asking what a freakoff was.

That's not something a father should have to explain. " He described how after the initial lawsuit named him, reporters swarmed outside their home. Paparazzi camped outside Blue's school.

headlines blurred fact and fiction, turning his life into a tabloid war zone, he continued, "My wife has stood by me through everything. " But this this was different. This wasn't business drama or career competition.

This was a nuclear bomb dropped on our family. And the worst part, it was all based on a lie. He then turned to the specific claim that he and Beyonce attended the alleged Miami Freakoff in 2015.

Jay-Z reached into a folder and pulled out flight records. On the night in question, we were in Paris. He said it was our anniversary.

We stayed at Hotel Plaza Aune. I've included the hotel receipt, photographs, video timestamps, and multiple eyewitness accounts. We weren't there.

The prosecution reviewed the material. The judge asked the clerk to confirm the dates. Everything checked out.

Jay-Z had receipts, literally. But he didn't stop there. He called out the culture of clickbait and unverified gossip that had allowed these rumors to thrive.

"When did we stop demanding proof? " he asked the room. "When did accusation become conviction?

" He emphasized that his reputation wasn't just his own. It was tied to his wife's, his children's, his entire legacy. "I've spent decades building something clean, something that lifts our community, and in a single headline that gets smeared with no evidence.

" Beyonce was mentioned several times, but Jay-Z was careful. He didn't lean on her fame or status. He spoke of her as a mother, a woman blindsided by allegations she had no part in.

"I came here to defend truth," he said, "and to make sure no one, not even a billionaire, gets away with burying people in lies. " Jay-Z's composure never cracked, but his voice took on a sharper edge as he addressed the next major claim, the infamous Miami party hosted at Gloria and Alio Estfan's mansion, where he was allegedly seen by multiple witnesses during Diddy's alleged freakoff event. I want to be very clear, Jay-Z began, I have never in my entire life attended a party at Gloria Estifan's house.

Not in Miami, not anywhere. He unfolded several documents, a timeline of his activities from that week, supported by security detail logs, transportation manifests, and charity event programs. He walked the court through every hour of the date in question.

On the night of the alleged party, I was in Los Angeles. I was attending a charity dinner hosted by the Shaun Carter Foundation at the Peterson Automotive Museum. He said, "Here's my speech transcript.

Here's the guest list. Here's a photograph with the mayor. " The evidence was irrefutable.

The court clerk displayed a screen showing the security log of the museum, which captured Jay-Z's entrance and exit down to the minute. But the part that hit hardest wasn't the proof. It was the breakdown of how these rumors got started.

Jay-Z called out the vague phrasing in lawsuits and the power of innuendo. "You don't need a lie to be loud. " He said, "You just need it to be repeated.

" He explained that his name had been attached to these rumors not because of any witness, but because of a pattern of him attending Diddy's events in the past. That's what this has come to. I once went to a brunch, so now I'm complicit in everything this man's accused of.

He told the jury that the media narrative had spun wildly out of control. They printed that I was seen in a place I've never been. And that one sentence turned into dozens of articles, thousands of tweets, and irreparable damage.

Jay-Z's team submitted a report showing how many news outlets had repeated the same false claim. Not one reached out for comment. Not one tried to verify.

As the judge acknowledged the validity of the records, Jay-Z looked toward the prosecution and said plainly, "If you're going to drag a man into a trial this big, you better have more than gossip and guesses. " The final stretch of Jay-Z's testimony took a darker, surreal turn as he addressed the ocean of conspiracy theories that had swirled since Diddy's downfall began. He shook his head, glanced at the jury, and said, "I've been called a lot of things in this industry, but Illuminati puppet, master manipulator, murderer by association, that's a new one.

" He acknowledged the internet frenzy, how Tik Tok accounts had posted deep dives connecting him to everyone from Harvey Weinstein to R. Kelly to Jeffrey Epstein. They say, "Where there's smoke, there's fire," he said.

But sometimes the smoke is just fog machines and YouTube edits. Jay-Z brought up specific accusations that he was involved in Aliyah's death, that he helped orchestrate the deaths of Michael Jackson and Tupac, that he paid off people to stay silent about Diddy's freakoffs. Not one of these has been backed by a single shred of evidence, he said, but they get repeated because it sell.

He then took out a printed Reddit thread, one with thousands of upvotes speculating about his supposed inner circle with Beyonce and Diddy. He held it up. This is what passes for journalism now.

Jay-Z explained how the theories had begun affecting real people. I've had family members get followed, business partners backing out, even death threats, because someone on the internet connected dots that don't exist. But then he did something unexpected.

He admitted that silence may have made it worse. I didn't speak up sooner because I thought the truth would be obvious, but maybe I underestimated how fast lies travel when they come with good production value and ominous music. He ended his statement by saying, "I'm not asking you to like me.

I'm asking you to listen, to think, to demand proof. Because if we don't draw the line here today, then none of us are safe from what comes next. " Jay-Z sat back, his testimony complete.

in a courtroom where whispers had become headlines. His voice had just redrawn the battle lines. As Jay-Z finished his direct testimony, and the room settled into a tense hush, the lead prosecutor stood.

His name had been whispered for days. An aggressive federal litigator known for shaking even the most polished celebrities. He adjusted his glasses and looked straight at Jay-Z, who remained poised but visibly alert.

"Mr Carter, the prosecutor began. You say you were never at Gloria Estfan's house. You've provided logs, photos, timestamps.

That's all compelling. Jay-Z nodded slowly. Because it's the truth.

But, the prosecutor continued, pacing slightly. You have, by your own admission, attended diddy hosted events in the past. High-profile ones, brunches, fundraisers, award parties.

Yes, Jay-Z said carefully. Public events, industry events. Nothing like what's being described here.

The prosecutor paused, then leaned in. "Did you ever witness anything inappropriate at any of those events? " Jay-Z hesitated.

"Not for long, but enough for everyone to notice. " "No," he said finally. "I saw celebrities networking, music playing, the usual.

And you never saw Cassie Ventura at one of these events, or any behavior that made you uncomfortable? " Jay-Z's jaw tightened. Cassie was often present.

She was Diddy's partner, but I never saw her in distress, and I certainly never saw the things she's described in her testimony. The prosecutor shifted gears. So, when you hear now what she's claimed about coercion, about abuse, about the so-called freakoffs, you're saying you're completely blindsided.

I'm saying I didn't see it, Jay-Z replied firmly. And if I had, I wouldn't have stayed quiet. The prosecutor nodded.

That's what Russell Simmons said, too. The room gasped. Jay-Z blinked, his poker face breaking for a half second.

Objection. Jay-Z's attorney barked. The judge sustained it, but the implication lingered in the air.

The prosecutor continued, pushing the idea that Jay-Z's proximity to Diddy gave him access to more than just music industry clout. He floated the possibility that Jay-Z knew more than he was admitting. But without direct evidence, it was all strategy.

The jury watched, some skeptical, others sympathetic. Jay-Z's final response before stepping down cut through the tension. I'm not here to protect Diddy.

I'm here to protect my name. And if I was part of that world, if I even suspected it, I wouldn't be testifying. I'd be on trial.

As Jay-Z stepped down from the witness stand, he adjusted his suit jacket, briefly glancing toward the gallery where Beyonce was not seated, but her absence felt present in every stare. He exited through the side door, escorted by security, but the courtroom remained buzzing. Murmurss, headshakes, and gasps.

Some in disbelief, others in vindication. Reporters in the gallery exchanged frantic texts and notes. Social media was already erupting.

Headlines flashed. Jay-Z breaks silence under oath. Jay-Z versus prosecution.

Jay-Z defends Beyonce and family from diddy ties. There was no waiting for a verdict. The internet had already rendered one.

But inside the room, something more complicated was unfolding. The jury remained unreadable. Juror four, a middle-aged black woman in a beige pants suit, scribbled steadily in her notepad.

Juror nine, a young man with a military haircut, stared at the empty witness chair long after Jay-Z had left it. And the alternate juror, he bit his pen cap in silence, eyebrows furrowed. One spectator, a former bad boy intern, was caught by the sketch artist wiping tears from her eyes.

She told a reporter during recess, "He talked like he didn't know, but we saw him at those events. Maybe he didn't see what we saw, or maybe he just looked away. " Cassie Ventura remained stonefaced, seated at her attorney's table.

She didn't react during Jay-Z's testimony, but when his voice cracked, mentioning Blue Ivy, she briefly looked up, not with empathy, more like a question. Was he protecting his family or protecting himself? Even did he?

Stoic throughout much of the trial, showed signs of twitching. He tapped his pen faster. His eyes scanned the room.

Jay-Z's denials had hit him, too. Not as a betrayal, but as a signal. The ship was sinking, and everyone was trying to find a lifeboat.

The judge called a short recess, and as the room emptied into the hallway, voices clashed. Some were team Jay-Z. He showed receipts.

He came clean. What more do you want? Others weren't buying it.

He's just saving face. He's been part of the system forever. And in the middle stood the truth.

Nobody really knew, but everybody had an opinion. Back at Rock Nation headquarters, the mood was tense. Jay-Z's team had released no official statement post testimony.

His attorney, Alex Spiro, offered only a brief quote outside the courthouse. Mr Carter testified truthfully and courageously. We stand by his integrity.

But the world wasn't waiting for legal summaries. Within 12 hours, every major outlet from TMZ to the New York Times had dissected his testimony. Some praised his transparency, others called it calculated damage control.

Beyonce's name trended globally for 36 hours straight. Her publicist declined to comment. Fans were divided.

Some fiercely defending her, others questioning how deep the couple's connection to Diddy really went. Meanwhile, the prosecution was regrouping. Jay-Z hadn't shattered their case, but he had complicated it.

He had humanized himself, distanced his family, and redirected the spotlight. But in doing so, he raised another issue. The industry's pattern of plausible deniability.

The DA's office released a quiet statement. While Mr Carter's testimony was significant, our investigation remains ongoing and extends beyond any one individual. Translation: This isn't over.

And then came the wild card, 50 Cent. Never one to stay quiet, he posted a photo of Jay-Z on the stand with the caption, "Nice performance, but we ain't forgot them brunches, my guy. " It went viral instantly.

In the days that followed, other celebrities began to reappear. Alicia Keys reposted a quote about truth cutting through silence. Quest Love tweeted cryptic emojis.

Even Oprah posted a vague story about building from ashes. Jay-Z's reputation had taken a hit, but it hadn't collapsed. His testimony, for better or worse, marked a moment where silence was no longer an option.

And in a case full of twists, one truth was clear. The courtroom wasn't just trying Diddy. It was trying an entire era of power, proximity, and protection.