Author's Note: I don't own anything

Summary: A gangsta version of Little Red Riding Hood.

Once upon a time, there lived a young shorty named Red Riding Hood, but because she was so straight up gangsta, she just went by Hood. She lived with her drug addict mother in the roughest, toughest part of town where bitches were trippin and hoes wandered the street. Pimps and sugar daddies were also chillin. Yeah, Hood and her momma lived in the ghetto.

So one day, Hood's mom baked some weed brownies and said to Hood, "CHILD GET YO ASS UP IN THIS KITCHEN!"

Hood wandered into the kitchen smoking a joint and replied, "Whatchu want foo?"

"Take these weed brownies to the Grandma."

"You mean G Unit?"

"I mean your grandma! What the fuck?"

"Calm down bitch! Don't trip!"

So Hood's mother packed up everything and told Hood to go. Hood put on her bling bling and her gangsta cap and was on her way. Along the way, she passed by a lot of hoes drinking and smoking and they were grinding up against their pimps. Hood even saw some people having sex in the alley. "Aww shit dawg!" exclaimed Red as she went to go film it.

"Shouldn't you be getting those weed brownies to your Grandma?" asked a hooker.

"Shut up and go get fucked!" snapped Hood.

So Hood continued along until she came across…a suburban neighbor hood. "Aww shit son!" exclaimed Hood as she carefully made her way through this strange part of town.

She made her way through and then she ended up into another ghetto. Suddenly out of nowhere, a wolf appeared in a huge car with huge wheels and fuzzy pink dice. "Yo girl!" he called to Hood.

"How you doin?" asked Red.

"Girl, you sellin weed brownies?"

"No I'm givin these to my grandma."

The wolf stepped out of his car where bitches and smoke and money and champagne all fell out. "Just ignore that. Lemme buy you a drank shorty."

The Wolf was dressed like a pimp with a funky hat and a pimp coat and a pimp stick. "Whoa you are a pimp sucka."

"Yeah I am bitch!"

"Sorry, gotta go I got homies waitin for me!"

So Hood continued on her way. "God dammmmmn! Gotta get me some weed!" cried the wolf.

The wolf thought for a moment and then remembered, "That grandma owes me money! Imma go get my money and then get me some weed!"

The wolf got into his car and drove away.